Scott Tracey - Moonset

• Название: Moonset
• Автор: Scott Tracey
• Жанр: Фэнтези

Moonset, a coven of such promise . . . Until they turned to the darkness.

After the terrorist witch coven known as Moonset was destroyed fifteen years ago—during a secret war against the witch Congress—five children were left behind, saddled with a legacy of darkness. Sixteen-year-old Justin Daggett, son of a powerful Moonset warlock, has been raised alongside the other orphans by the witch Congress, who fear the children will one day continue the destruction their parents started.

A deadly assault by a wraith, claiming to work for Moonset’s most dangerous disciple, Cullen Bridger, forces the five teens to be evacuated to Carrow Mill. But when dark magic wreaks havoc in their new hometown, Justin and his siblings are immediately suspected. Justin sets out to discover if someone is trying to frame the Moonset orphans . . . or if Bridger has finally come out of hiding to reclaim the legacy of Moonset. He learns there are secrets in Carrow Mill connected to Moonset’s origins, and keeping the orphans safe isn’t the only reason the Congress relocated them . . .

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“Can you set off the sprinkler system?” I asked, looking over Bailey’s head at Ash … who wasn’t in much better shape. Constantly using the knock-down spell was taking a toll on her, too. I was barely winded, but she looked like she was in the middle of a marathon.

“What?” Ash squinted up at the ceiling. “Why?”

“Can you do it or not? I would, but I don’t know the right spell.”

“I think so,” she said. “When?”

“When I tell you.” I leaned over, put my arm around Bailey’s back. “Bay, when I tell you, you’re going to drop the spell, okay?”

“But everyone’s still—” she tried to protest, her voice flimsy and weak.

“I’ll get everyone out, okay? You did good.” I rubbed her back, then nodded my head at Ash, who concentrated on the ceiling. Fifty feet above us, tiny fires sparked to life, in tune with the spells coming out of Ash’s mouth. One by one they circled, until each of them targeted one of the sprinkler heads. Just as the first drop of water struck my head, thirty people regained awareness and my sister started to drop.

I scooped her up immediately, having expected exactly this. “Fire!” I shouted. “Fire!” One side effect of fascination was the period of disorientation after the spell ended. Minds were jumbled around, and it took a minute for the brain to reboot itself. Unless, of course, you provided people with a shock. Like a fire in a movie theater.

There were screams and shrieks, but since everyone was already in the process of leaving the theater, they kept at it, only faster. Ash and I were the last two in line, and before we even reached the doors, a man and a woman in black suits appeared. The Witchers. Finally.

“In there,” I said, gesturing backwards with my head. “The mannequins.”

“Get them out of here,” the man said to his partner. She took one look at Bailey and nodded sharply.

“We’re fine,” I insisted. “Bailey just used too much magic. Is there anything else out there?”

“We banished the rest,” the woman said. “We’ve been checking theater by theater to make sure we got it all.”

“Big mess in there, then. Might take both of you.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Ash said quietly from my side.

Whoever she really was, they seemed to know her. “Make sure they stay in the lobby. No one’s being allowed to leave until the mess is cleaned up.”

Once out of the theater, we saw people milling around in groups near the lobby, but the theater hallways were clear.

“You have an in with the Witchers,” I said as we headed for the concession stand. There was an argument going on between two of the groups, trying to decide what had happened. One side thought fire, the other suggested a gas leak, but neither could explain why the building hadn’t been evacuated yet.

Ash was subdued. Quiet. “I’ve been training with them since I was a freshman.”

“Of course you have.” I shifted my grip on Bailey, and Ash looked up immediately.

“I can help,” she offered, but I shook my head.

“She’s my responsibility.”

“Justin … ” but she couldn’t follow it up with anything. What could she even say? Sorry I lied to you? Sorry I knew all along who you were? Sorry you thought I was normal and bizarre and sweet?

It was almost ten minutes before the Witchers emerged, declaring the threat banished. The

Santas had dropped almost as soon as we broke for the doors, but Maleficia could have been lingering in the shadows and corners of the theater. Backup, in the form of a half-dozen plainclothes twenty-somethings with a military way of moving, arrived not soon after.

It only took another ten minutes to turn a potential attack into something less stable than a dream. The Witchers worked quickly, wiping memories and replacing fears with a sense of calm. Under their direction, kids with footage on their phone deleted the evidence, and the theater’s security cameras were erased. I looked around while all this was going on, not sure what I was looking for exactly, but knowing I didn’t find it. Something’s not right.

They decided to blame it on a gas leak, exacerbated by someone, probably a teenager, pulling one of the fire alarms and setting off the sprinkler system.

Quinn arrived with the reinforcements and grabbed Bailey out of my hands after I stumbled.

“I’ve got her!”

He shook his head. “You need to take a minute. Catch your breath. Stretch.”

“I can take care of my sister,” I snapped, reaching for her.

“You already did,” Quinn said in a soothing tone. “You kept her from getting hurt. But now we need to take care of both of you and make sure you’re both okay.”

I didn’t like what he was implying. “We’re fine.”

“Maybe it looks that way … ”

I reached out and grabbed for Bailey. Quinn only resisted for a moment before he helped shift her weight over to me. “We’re fine. We kept the warlock from hurting as many people as we could. And now you’re just going to imply that there’s something wrong with us?” My stomach turned. “We saved people tonight. And you’re still looking at us like we’re the bad guys.”

“Justin, that’s not what he’s saying.” But I didn’t want to hear what Ash had to say either.

I moved for the exit. Righteous indignation or not, carrying Bailey was a struggle. I wasn’t born in a gym like Mal—my arms only had so much strength. I might have moved a bit quicker than necessary, but they’d blame it on the anger.

There was a car out front, and I slid Bailey into the back, laying her head carefully down on the seat. She started to stir as soon as I pulled away. “Jus … ?”

“You’re okay,” I said, swallowing. “You did really good, Bails. Saved the day.”

“Not yet,” she murmured, shifting until she found a more comfortable position. She was out again almost instantly.

Quinn wasn’t one of the Witchers who drove us back to the house, and the two who rode with us didn’t try to say anything or interfere at all. I carried Bailey up into her room, passing Cole’s shut door and hearing the bass of his music rattling the walls. He didn’t even open the door to see what was going on.

Jenna appeared at the top of the steps when I walked into the house. “Quinn called. Told me what happened. Are you okay?” She looked like she was about to fly down the stairs, and that was a remarkably un-Jenna like thing to see.

“I’m fine. We’re both fine. Bailey wore herself out. She’s sleeping it off. I’m about to do the same.” While I’d been fine slinging magic around at the time, now that the adrenaline had started to disappear, exhaustion crept in and took its place.

“Right,” she said quietly. “Everyone’s meeting over here tomorrow. They want us to stay inside again for a couple of days. Totally ruins my plans for the weekend.” She didn’t sound too broken up about it.

“Have you noticed how every time there’s a problem, they try to pull us off the streets?” I wondered, grabbing the railing post at the bottom of the stairs. “I thought we were supposed to be bait.”

Jenna shrugged. “I think they don’t know what they want us to be. For what it’s worth, Quinn was arguing on the phone with someone about pulling us out of here. And that was before the attack.” She came down the stairs slowly, her mouth pursed in thought. “Not saying he’s our new best friend, but maybe he’s not a total pawn.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, licking my lips. I wanted something to drink, but the kitchen was too far.

I’d just grab some water in the bathroom. Or maybe there was still a bottle left in my room from earlier.

I started climbing the stairs, almost at the top when she asked, “Other than the warlock interruptus, how was the date? Everything you ever dreamed?”

Everything I should have expected, more like. I wasn’t ready to tell Jenna about Ash. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. “It was fine. I’m going to bed.”

Jenna watched me from the bottom of the stairs. “Night, Justin.”

All thoughts of sleep evaporated when I walked into my room. There, carefully laid out on the edge of my bed, was my father’s spellbook. The one that I’d locked up in the school a week ago.

Twenty-Five

(On being asked why she followed Moonset)

“We changed the world. Who wouldn’t want that?

They never acted superior to us. But they were.”

(pause) “They had plans for all of us.”

Lucinda Dale (S)

Personal Interview

What was it doing here? It had been almost a week since I’d deposited the book inside a locker at school until I could figure out some other way to get rid of it. The book was dangerous. Maybe not physically dangerous, the way the Santa mannequins had been tonight, but dangerous on so many other levels. The amount of trouble I could get into if someone knew

I had Sherrod Daggett’s spellbook in my bedroom.

There was something poking out of the top. A paper that I definitely hadn’t seen before.

Something new. I flipped the book open, and a postcard fell out. Well, half of a postcard. It had been torn right down the middle. Turning it over in my hand, I saw the Golden Gate Bridge in half of its glory. I turned it back around, and the message that had been written in red pen.

Happy reading. CB.

CB. Cullen Bridger. Like the bridge on the postcard hadn’t been obvious enough. He’d been here? In my house? He was here in Carrow Mill?

I went to the door, about to shout for someone—Jenna, Quinn, anyone—but reality stopped me. I couldn’t show anyone. Not anyone. Jenna would want to know where the spellbook had come from. Quinn would turn me over to the Witchers and the Congress. Mal would just get pissed.

He’s been in my house. There’s been Witchers all over the place for weeks and he just strolled in here like it was no big deal. I sank down onto the bed, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. Why did I even steal it? What was wrong with me?

Bridger knew I’d found Sherrod’s book. But why would he want me to have it? Unless there was something in the book he wanted me to find. All the more reason to get rid of the book again.

But the Maleficia attack tonight only reinforced how little I knew on my own. If it hadn’t been for Ash, the mannequins would have taken one of us. Or both. Maybe there were spells in the book that would help me protect the others.

I kept going back and forth, seeing both the pros and the cons. But a knock at the door tore the thoughts from my head and sent a fresh wave of panic rushing through my chest.

“Just a second,” I managed to say, shoving the book between the mattresses and pulling the comforter down over the top. It wasn’t the most ingenious hiding place ever, but it would do for a minute. I looked around the room, concerned that anything else might be out of place. At a casual glance, everything looked the same, but appearances were deceiving. A warlock had been in my room. Who knows what else he’d done in here.

I couldn’t worry about that now. I looked towards my door. Jenna wouldn’t knock. Quinn must have gotten home. But when I opened the door, it was Ash standing there, not Quinn.

“ Jenna let me in,” she said, not meeting my eyes.

“I’m really tired,” I lied.

She came into the room and closed the door behind her. “I’m not staying long.” It was like all the fight had drained out of her, and it made her almost unrecognizable. Ash was chaos and flirtation. This melancholy girl was like a pale imitation. But maybe you never knew the real her.

It would make sense, wouldn’t it?

“Was any of it true?” I asked. Even though I didn’t want to, I had to know. I had to be able to prepare myself, so that this never happened again.

“Do you know who Robert Cooper is?” she asked in lieu of answering.

I shrugged. Everyone knew who he was. He was the closest thing the witch world had to a president. “Head of the Congress, Coven Leader of Eventide.”

“Your guardian’s grandfather, and Illana’s husband. He’s been watching you ever since you came to Carrow Mill. He’s the reason you’re here.” She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth it down. “He’s the reason I’m here, too.”

There it was. The truth. Finally. “So you’re a spy. Watch what I say and do, and report back.

But why me? Why not one of the others? What made me so special?”

“You told me once that all you had was each other,” Ash said as she moved toward my window. As she passed my bed, my heart froze in panic, but she passed by without noticing the hidden tome between my sheets. Most kids hide Playboys between their mattresses. Not me.

“But it’s more than that,” she continued. “All you have is them, and all they have is you. You’re the one they listen to, the one that keeps order as best you can. All the files say it: if you want to learn about the children of Moonset, you go to Justin.”

“So you were spying on me.” Hearing it all laid out so clinically didn’t make me feel any better.

It made me sick to my stomach, thinking about the hours people must have put into assessing us, speculating about our lives.

“At first,” she admitted. “Justin, I wasn’t lying when I said I like you. You’re not what I expected. But it’s not that easy to tell Robert Cooper that you’re giving up on the job he gave you. He was the one that recruited me into the Witchers in the first place—I mean, for now it’s just training but after I graduate—”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. She was so calm! “Do you get how messed up this is? I was starting to trust you! Do you have any idea how many people I actually confide in like that?” It was a short list. Four names.

Ash looked up at me, and met my eyes. “I know,” she said. “I studied your file. You asked me if it was all an act earlier. I never lied to you, not really. They picked me because I fit the profile of what they thought you’d like.”

They know me pretty well. The thought crossed my mind unbidden, and only served to make me more angry. This was a game to all of them. The Congress thought they could throw us here, dangle us in front of the warlock, and play with our lives. Was this what they did to our parents? Were they just as manipulative back then? Because if the answer was yes, I could see why my parents started a rebellion.

“I think you should go,” I said, trying desperately to stay calm and keep my voice level. If I started screaming at Ash, I might lose control again. And this time, I wouldn’t have the excuse of some teacher working magic against me as a defense.