Awakening (4 page)

Then I heard more voices and saw an elderly couple emerge from behind the curtain that blocked off the tiny back room that David used as an office. They looked upset, as the woman talking with Alyce did. I wondered what was going on. Were there all kinds of magickal emergencies requiring Alyce and David’s help today?

The elderly couple spoke with Alyce and the young woman. From the way they were behaving, they all seemed to know one another. They must be the people who lived upstairs, I realized. Practical Magick was on the ground floor of a three-story building. There were apartments above it, but I had never seen any of the tenants before. That would explain why there were no cars outside and why the elderly couple wore only sweaters.

They all left together. Alyce watched them for a moment, shook her head sadly, and then went back behind the counter.

I studied her quietly. Could she have had any part in what had happened to me?

Sensing my gaze, Alyce glanced up. “Morgan,” she said, and I could see nothing but concern in her face. She came out from around the counter and took both my hands. “Hunter came by this morning and told us what happened. Are you all right?”

I nodded, looking at her. I let my senses seek for danger from her. I sensed nothing.

“Let’s go in the back and talk,” Alyce said. “I’ll put the teakettle on.”

I followed her behind the counter to the small back room, where David, the other clerk, sat at the square, battered table he used as a desk. An open ledger, its columns filled with numbers, lay in front of him. David, who was in his early thirties, was prematurely gray, a trait that he said was typical of his clan, the Burnhides. Today his face looked drawn and weary, as if he were aging to match his hair.

“Morgan,” he said, “I was horrified to hear what happened to you. Please, sit down.”

He closed the ledger as Alyce put a mixture of dried herbs into a metal tea ball. Then she turned to face me. “We owe you an apology,” she said. David nodded his agreement.

I waited nervously. An apology for what?

“We were too slow to see what Selene was really after,” David said. “Too slow to stop her.”

I could feel truth, and sorrow, in his statement. My nerves began to unwind.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I said. It felt strange to have these adult witches apologizing to me. “I should have seen through Selene and . . . and the rest of them.” I couldn’t bring myself to say Cal’s name.

The kettle on the hot plate began to steam, and Alyce poured the boiling water into a teapot. She set it on a trivet to let the tea steep.

“Selene is a very seductive woman,” David said. “All of Starlocket was taken in by her, even those of us who should have been wary. Cal might have been the only one who truly knew her nature.”

“She’s pure evil,” I said angrily. The force of my words surprised me.

David raised one silver eyebrow. “It’s more complex than that, I think. Very few things are purely black or white.”

“Plotting to kidnap or kill me?” I demanded. “To steal my mother’s coven’s tools? Doesn’t that count as evil?”

“Yes, of course,” David said. He wasn’t flustered by my outburst. In fact, it occurred to me that I’d never seen him flustered about anything. “Her actions
were
evil. But her intentions may have been more complicated than that.”

“Her intentions aren’t at issue,” Alyce said, and I heard a note of steel in her voice.

David looked thoughtful but didn’t say anything.

Alyce poured the tea. “Mint, motherwort, lemongrass, and a pinch of catnip. It’s a very soothing brew,” she announced, as if she wanted to change the subject. She sat down and took my hand. “This must be so awful for you,” she said.

All I could do was nod. I took a deep breath. “Did you know they were both Woodbane?” I blurted. I hadn’t realized how much that troubled me until this moment.

Alyce and David exchanged glances. “Yes,” said David. “But that name doesn’t mean what it used to.”

“Morgan,” Alyce said, closing her hand over mine, “you know that being Woodbane doesn’t make you evil. A person chooses his or her own way.”

“I guess,” I mumbled. In a way I wanted to believe that Cal had had no choice but to be evil because of his Woodbane blood. But that would mean that I didn’t either. I sighed. Wicca had seemed such a beautiful thing at first. How had it all become so complicated and frightening?

“If you need anything,” David said, “if you have a question, need someone to talk to . . .”

“A shoulder to cry on,” Alyce added. “Please, come to us. We are so sorry we weren’t able to protect you from Selene. You are so new to this world, so vulnerable.”

“Maybe you can help me now,” I said, pulling my pack up into my lap. I removed the things I’d packed. “I got some birthday gifts from . . . from Cal.” There, I’d said it. “Plus his pentacle. They’re all spelled. What should I do with them?”

“Burn them,” David advised. “Cast a purification spell so that even the ashes will be free of his magick.”

“I agree,” said Alyce. “You have to break their powers. They could still be acting on you, influencing you, as long as they exist.”

“Okay.” As I gazed at the pile of gifts, the enormity of Cal’s betrayal rose up and threatened to drown me again. I swallowed, fighting back a sob as I put them back into my pack.

“It will be hard, but it’s something only you can do for yourself,” Alyce said. “If you’d like, you can come back here after the ritual.”

“Maybe I will,” I said. I took another sip of tea.

The bells over the front door jangled, indicating that someone had come into the store. “I’d better go and see who that is,” Alyce said, standing up.

The phone rang, and David looked at it, frowning. “Here we go again. Would you two excuse me, please?”

A shadow seemed to pass over Alyce’s face. “Come on, Morgan,” she said. “Let me take care of this customer. Then I’ll help you find a purification spell. A really strong one.”

In the main room I skimmed the bookcases, looking for purification spells, while I waited for Alyce.

Suddenly I heard David’s voice raised from the back room. It was so unusual to hear him excited that I glanced up, startled. “Look, it’s not just me. Two families will lose their homes!” he shouted. “I need more time.” Then he said something else, but his voice had dropped to its normal, quiet pitch, which put an end to my eavesdropping.

I glanced at Alyce. Her face wore its usual air of calm, but I saw that her shoulders had tightened. They relaxed only once David’s voice returned to normal.

After her customer paid for his purchase, she joined me. She scanned the shelves, then took down a slender book titled
Rituals for Purification and Protection.
“Try page forty-three. I think you’ll find what you need for dealing with Cal’s gifts.”

As I read through the spell, David’s voice rose again, and of course I listened. I couldn’t help it. “I can’t afford that, and you know it!” he shouted.

Alyce gave me a quick glance. She knew I had heard David, so I figured, why not just ask? “Alyce, what’s going on?” I asked bluntly. “Who is David talking to?”

Alyce took a deep breath. “It sounds like he’s talking to Stuart Afton or, more likely, Afton’s lawyers.”

“But why?” I asked. “Is something wrong? And who’s Stuart Afton?”

“It’s a long story,” Alyce said. “David’s aunt Rosaline, who owned the store—this entire building, actually—died last week.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” So much for my witch senses. I hadn’t even detected David’s grief. My own problems had overwhelmed me. “Is he okay?”

Alyce bit her lip as if she was trying to decide how much to say. “Well, Rosaline’s death wasn’t unexpected. She’d been ill for a while. But that’s only the beginning, I’m afraid. David had always assumed that, as her only living relative, he’d inherit the shop. But Rosaline died without a will and, unbeknownst to David, heavily in debt to a local real estate developer named Stuart Afton.”

Now I realized why the name had sounded familiar. “Afton as in Afton Enterprises?” I’d seen the sign on a gravel pit just down the road from Unser’s Auto Repair, where I always took Das Boot for service.

Alyce nodded. “Rosaline had been borrowing for years to keep the store afloat, using the building itself as collateral. The store barely makes any money, and Rosaline couldn’t bear to raise the rent on the Winstons and the Romerios.”

“Who are the Winstons and the Romerios?” I asked.

“They were all here when you arrived, actually,” Alyce replied. “Lisa Winston is the woman I was talking to; she lives with her two boys on the top floor. The Romerios were that sweet old couple that came out of David’s office. They were living on the second floor when Rosaline bought the building, years ago—that’s how far back they go. They never had any children; they live on social security.” She shook her head. “It would be impossible for them to move. And it would be a struggle for Lisa Winston. Her husband left her with those two little boys and nothing else.”

I shook my head, confused. “But what’s the problem? Why would they have to move?”

“Well, Rosaline didn’t borrow from a bank; she borrowed from Afton. I’m not sure why—maybe the bank wouldn’t give her a loan. Anyway, Afton essentially took over her mortgage. He doesn’t have to follow the same rules as a bank. And now he wants the loan repaid in full at once, or the building is his.” Alyce sighed. “Unless David can raise the money to repay him or Afton forgives the debt, this building will go to Afton. That was obviously his plan all along. He owns the buildings on either side already. Apparently he’s been soliciting buyers, and rumor has it one of the big bookstore chains is interested in buying the whole block of properties and converting it into one big superstore.”

“So Afton’s just going to throw the tenants out?” I asked.

“More or less,” Alyce agreed. “He can’t flat out evict them, but he can raise their rents to market value, which comes to the same thing. If they lose those apartments, they’ll never find anything else they can afford in this area.”

“And Afton doesn’t care?”

Alyce shrugged. “He’s a businessman. He doesn’t like losing money. Believe me, David and I have spent this entire week on the phone, trying everything we could think of to raise the money, but without much success.”

My stomach dropped as the implication hit me. “What will happen to the store?”

Alyce looked at me with a steady gaze. “We’ll sell off the stock and close. We can’t afford rent in this area, either.”

I looked at her in dismay. “Oh, no. You can’t close. We all need you here, as a resource.” Panic made my breath come faster. Having lost the anchor of Cal in my life, the idea of losing Practical Magick, my haven, threatened to push me over the edge.

“I know, my dear. It’s a shame. But some things are out of our hands,” Alyce said.

“No,” I said. “We can’t just accept this.” I was stunned that she seemed so calm.

“Everything in life has its own cycle,” Alyce said gently. “And the cycle always includes a death of sorts. It’s the only way you get to a new cycle, to regeneration. If it’s time for Practical Magick to come to an end, it will end.”

“It’s awful,” I said in dismay. “I can’t believe Afton can do this. Why can’t someone get through to him, show him what he’s doing?”

“Because he doesn’t want to see,” Alyce replied. Her brow furrowed. “I’m worried more about David than myself. I can always go back to teaching. But I’m not sure what he’ll do. This store has been more or less his home since he got out of college. It will be much harder for him than for me.”

I clenched my teeth in frustration, wondering if there was anything at all I could do. Organize a protest? A petition? A sit-in? Surely there must be some spell that could be done? But I wasn’t supposed to do spells. That was the one thing all the more experienced witches agreed upon—that I didn’t have enough knowledge yet. Besides, I told myself, if there were spells, well, David and Alyce would surely have already done them.

“All right, enough gloom,” said Alyce briskly. “Tell me, do you have Maeve’s cauldron?” Alyce knew I’d found my birth mother’s tools.

“No.”

“Well, pick out a nice cauldron, then,” she said.

“Do I need one?” I asked.

“It’s something every witch should have as part of her tools,” she explained. “And you need it to make the fire to burn Cal’s gifts. You want the fire contained in something round that you can circle with protection spells.”

I went and chose a small cauldron from the ones on display and brought it back to the counter. Alyce nodded her approval. “Do you have all the herbs you need?” she asked.

I checked my spell, and Alyce filled a small paper bag with the ingredients I needed. “Make sure that before you start, you purify the cauldron with salt water,” she said. “And then purify it again when you’re done to ensure that none of Cal’s magick lingers.”

“I will,” I promised. “Thanks, Alyce. And please tell David how sorry I am about his aunt and the store. If there’s anything I can do to help . . .”

“Don’t worry about us,” she replied. “This is a time to heal yourself, Morgan.”

After I’d paid and left Practical Magick, depression settled on me again. Cal had been not only my first love, but my first teacher as well. I hadn’t realized this before, but right up until the moment Alyce told me the store might close, some part of me had already assumed that even without Cal, I’d have a place to learn about Wicca. Now it looked like I was going to lose that, too.

3

Purified