The Witch is Back

Chapter Fourteen




Call it intuition, a hunch, or an educated guess, but somehow I knew deep down in my bones that it was Brooklyn who was behind the stunt in the bathroom. She was one of the only people at Brighton who had a problem with me, and had all but told me to watch my back. Beyond that, outside of the other Cleri members, there were only a handful of girls who had the skills needed to pull off something like that.

The only problem was: I had no way of proving it.

As I stomped down the hallway, I contemplated going to Brooklyn’s room and confronting her. Right then and there. But with my only evidence gone with the steam, it was likely I’d just come off looking like a bully. Or crazy. Possibly both.

I remembered the way Abby had stared down at me as I lay on the tile floor, clutching the soaked towel to my body. When I’d insisted that I’d been locked in the shower, she hadn’t believed me. And there was something else in her eyes, too. Pity. Maybe even a hint of worry.

It made me want to scream.

I thought about going to Asher and telling him what had happened. That his psycho ex had just tried to maim me in an effort to succeed in her evil plan to get back together with him. The idea was only entertained briefly before I came back down to reality and decided to take care of everything myself. I could handle one power-hungry, jealous witch. I’d done it before and I could do it again.

But to do so, I needed to gather more information on Brooklyn. Knowledge is power and all that. True, Asher had told me a lot about their relationship, but I had a feeling there was more to the story. Like, in an effort to create less drama, maybe he’d left some details out. And to get them, I needed to talk to someone who was close to the situation but was a little less partial.

Someone like Abby.

True, she wasn’t my ideal choice, considering what had just happened in the bathroom. But she was the only other person who knew Brooklyn as well as Asher did. And I desperately needed inside information.

I shoved open the door to our empty room and slammed it behind me. Still clutching the towel around my body, I stalked over to my dresser and pulled out some shorts and a tank top, and then got dressed as quickly as I could. I felt chilled all the way to the bone and slipped on an oversize hoodie to warm up, but it didn’t seem to help. Stepping into a pair of fluffy turquoise slippers, I tied my hair up on top of my head messily, and then started to move toward the door to go find Abby.

Just as I was reaching the other side of the room, the door opened up revealing exactly the person I’d been hoping to find.

“You okay?” she asked, crossing over to her bed. Sitting down carefully, Abby picked up a leather-bound notebook that I hadn’t noticed was lying there and pushed it between her pillows in one motion.

I mirrored Abby and sat down on my own mattress.

“I need you to tell me everything about Brooklyn. And I get that you guys were friends—are still friends maybe—and you probably don’t want to betray her confidence, but she’s out to get me. This thing tonight with the shower? It wasn’t an accident. It was her. But to prove it, I need more on her.”

“And if it’s not her?” Abby asked, evenly.

“Then getting to the truth will prove that and I’ll let everything go,” I said.

“What do you want to know?” Abby asked.

I closed my mouth abruptly as I processed what she’d said. I’d been sure it would take more convincing than that to get her to talk to me about Brooklyn and Asher. Either Abby wasn’t as good of friends with Brooklyn as I’d thought or she was sure that my learning the truth would exonerate her. I almost abandoned my line of questioning to ask Abby which it was, but I sort of had a one-track focus.

“Well, okay, um . . . Asher told me a little about her already. That Brooklyn came into her powers, gave herself a makeover and tried to become popular . . . yada, yada, yada. The two of them obviously dated, but then she lied to him about a bunch of stuff and kissed someone else, so Asher broke up with her.”

“All true,” Abby confirmed with a nod.

“I need to know if she’s a match for me,” I said. Then, hesitating, I amended my question to be more specific. “Magically, I mean.”

“Well, Brooklyn only gained the ability to cast a little over a year and a half ago. We had to teach her the most rudimentary spells. Ones the rest of us learned as children. So, from the beginning, she was behind all of us in skill,” Abby said. “But she was a quick study and was really into honing her craft. Since I haven’t been around her since . . . we moved, I can’t be sure how much she’s improved. However, from what I’ve seen so far, I’d say she’s been busy.”

I nodded, thinking back to when Brooklyn had shown off her best magicking skills in front of the counselors. She wasn’t up to my level yet, but she’d been able to hold her own. In fact, she was better than average.

I frowned as I thought about this.

“Is there anything else I need to know about her?” I asked. “Anything that could give her an edge, magic-wise? Something I haven’t seen yet?”

Abby bit her lip as she thought about how to answer. I was putting her in a difficult position, but I had to at least ask. I needed to understand what I was up against. She had to respect that.

“I’m not asking for all her secrets, Abby,” I explained when she hesitated. “Just a level playing field. Apparently everyone is aware of what happened with the Parrishables. I think they’ve even figured out that I’m naturally talented in the art of persuasion. All I know is that Brooklyn used to date my boyfriend, was at one time pretty boring, and just tried to drown me in the shower. I must be missing something here, because none of that adds up.”

She still seemed to be considering things, and I was feeling desperate, so I pulled out the only thing I had left. “I didn’t start all of this, Ab. Brooklyn did. And I’m not going to let her hurt any of us again.”


This was the pièce de résistance. Even if Abby didn’t care about me, she cared about Asher. And she’d do whatever she could to see that he didn’t get his heart broken again. She started to talk.

“Brooklyn has her own ‘unique’ talents, too. Ones that are confined to her lineage, like yours with persuasion and the ability to telecommunicate with the members of your family.”

I felt the pang of sadness that still came anytime someone brought up my mom. It had been a little annoying back then, but when Mom had been alive she used to be able to read my mind. And if her life had been more exciting, I might’ve utilized this particular skill on her, too. Instead, I mostly focused on shutting her out. Communicating telepathically had been something Bridget Bishop and her daughter had been able to do, too. Our powers only seemed to extend to family, though. Trust me, I’d tried for years to read others’ minds to no avail. This particular gift would’ve come in handy in this situation, come to think of it.

“Okay. What are these unique talents then?”

From the look on Abby’s face, I was sort of afraid to ask.

“Brooklyn has the power to . . . match people. Sort of like Cupid. She can spark an interest in any two people she chooses.”

“She can perform love spells?” I asked, incredibly. “I didn’t think anyone had that kind of power. Just like the power to bring people back to life . . . love is off-limits.”

“But infatuation, crushes, lust, instant attraction—apparently those are all gray areas. And that’s what she does. When she matches two people, it gives them the initial push they need to see if the sparks will turn into something stronger. Of course, the connection eventually wears off and the couple is left with their true feelings. So, if there’s no love there, the pairing won’t last. But if it is, then what started with a spark eventually becomes a burning fire.”

I swallowed hard. “Did she use her powers on Asher?” I asked.

Abby hesitated before answering, but it was enough for me to know what she was going to say. “Yes. It was one of the reasons they initially fought. Asher didn’t like being manipulated like that. He made her swear she’d never use it on him again.”

“So, he may not have loved her,” I said almost to myself.

“I didn’t say that,” Abby cut in. “The truth is, Asher was interested in her before they ever met. My guess is that the spell just hurried things along.”

“Abby, this is really important,” I said, feeling sick. “Do you think she’d use her powers on him again? On others here at camp? Is she that evil?”

She looked at me, a frown spreading across her face. I could tell she didn’t want to answer, but I found myself silently imploring her to anyway. Finally, she said what I’d been fearing most since we began our conversation.

“The Brooklyn I knew before would’ve done anything to get what she wanted. And at the time, that included dating Asher,” she said. “And now she’s had a year to think about the fact that she doesn’t have him anymore. The question is, did she learn from the mistakes she made in the past or did the last year just give her time to think about how she could get away with it next time?”