Cassie woke up to sunlight streaming in her windows. Her room was bright but cold, and the March morning air contained a windy chil that shook the windows. She would have given anything to stay beneath her warm covers and hide from the day, but she knew that wasn't an option.

Instead she got up, wrapped herself in her blue terrycloth bathrobe, and made her way outside to fetch the newspaper. She assumed there would be a write-up on Constance in the obituary section.

There was no paper on the front porch, but Cassie did find Adam, curled up beneath his jacket, asleep on the porch swing. She watched him for a moment. How peaceful he looked, but he couldn't be comfortable. His long legs and arms were pretzeled into the swing, hanging halfway off. He'd probably been there all night.

This boy really loves me, Cassie thought to herself, looking down on his beautifully sculpted body, crunched as it was within the confines of the swing. He probably loves me way too much.

She reached out and grazed his cheekbone with her fingertips.

He smiled sleepily at her, stretching.

"What in the world are you doing out here?" she asked.

Adam quickly took inventory of his surroundings and rubbed the back of his sore neck. "Protecting you."

"From the witch hunters?" Cassie blurted out. "But who was protecting you while you were out here all night protecting me?"

"I was," Adam said, and then laughed. "But I guess I dozed off."

Cassie took his face into her hands. "What am I going to do with you?" She kissed his chapped lips slowly and warmly. "Promise me next time you'll at least come inside and sleep on the couch."

Adam kissed her back passionately. He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her in close. She could smell the ocean on his clothes and in the creases of his neck. She kissed him there and expected to taste salt, but instead it tasted fresh and cold like ice.

"I promise," he said, with a shiver.

"Will you come inside now and let me warm you up?" she asked flirtatiously.

He blinked his long dark lashes at her and eagerly followed her through the door.

"Where's Faye?" Diana asked, but nobody seemed to know.

Diana had found a protective spell in her Book of Shadows, and she wanted to cast it upon the group as soon as possible. But they'd been waiting at the beach for over an hour.

"Faye's been late to every meeting this week," Diana said. "This is unacceptable. Suzan, will you call her again?"

"She's not answering," Suzan said. "She's been totally sketchy lately."

Sean nodded. "We had plans with her last night, and she blew us off."

If it were anyone other than Faye they were talking about, Cassie would have been worried. But she knew Faye would show up eventually. In the meantime, Cassie was glad to be at the beach rather than the lighthouse. She felt safe there among the long stretch of sand, the steady repetition of crashing waves, and the vast, limitless sky.

She wanted to enjoy every last second they had before tourist season littered the sand with strangers. She imagined it now like a nightmare: foldout chairs as far as the eye could see, bratty sunbathers, and self-righteous surfers; toppled-over soda cans and screaming, orange-fingered, Dorito-munching children. She much preferred a cold, abandoned beach to a hot, crowded one.

She thought of Scarlett then, how it would be nice to invite her out to the beach one night this week. Maybe they could build a bonfire and make s'mores. It would be a fun way to offset all this stressful Circle business.

Then Faye appeared, waking Cassie from her daydream. "Am I late?" she said. "Sorry."

"Where have you been?" Diana asked.

"Trust me, you couldn't handle it."

Diana ignored her comment. "We need to begin the protection spell before the sun starts to set." Cassie tried to assume the role of a leader as the group arranged themselves into a wide circle formation. Diana kneeled in front of a stone kettle, mixing together a dark, oily concoction.

"In this cauldron is salt water from the ocean mixed with blueberry oill and eucalyptus," she said. Then she looked up at Faye and Cassie. "Will the two of you, together, use the dagger to draw our circle around me?"

Faye unsheathed the silver dagger, which had been concealed beneath her flowing black skirt, strapped to the inside of her thigh. Her eyes narrowed, as they always did when she had a sharp object in her grasp.

"Give me your hand," she said to Cassie. She guided Cassie's thin fingers around the dagger's pearl handle and enveloped them with her own. Together, as one, they drew the circle in the sand.

Each member of the group stepped inside as Melanie placed two candles on either end of the cauldron Diana was mixing.

"Here I place two candles," Melanie announced according to ceremony. "One blue, for physical protection, and one purple, for power and wisdom."

As she bent down to light the candles, she recited a chant from Diana's Book of Shadows: "Divine Goddess, God Divine, if evil dwells within this place, make it now leave our space." She then positioned the book on the ground beside Diana and took her spot within the circle next to Laurel.

Diana stood in the center of the circle holding up the cauldron. "In order for this to work," she said, "you all need to picture a white light around you. Let it surround your whole body as I recite the chant."

Everyone agreed and closed their eyes. Diana raised the cauldron high up to the sky and said, "By the power of the Source, no evil shal enter here."

Then Cassie closed her eyes, too, and pictured a white light wrapping itself around her like a warm winter coat.

Diana's voice dropped an octave, and the chant left her throat like thunder.

Psychic hunters in the night

Psychic hunters of the day

Destroy no more what I achieve

Destroy no more what I receive

There were a few seconds of quiet, hindered only by the Bill owing wind and crashing waves. Then, Cassie heard the bell-like echo of Diana stirring the mixture inside the stone cauldron.

Diana continued.

With this potion, I anoint this Circle

To be protected from you, this magic I do Cassie opened her eyes and watched Diana rub a smudge of the inky blue mixture upon her forehead with her thumb. Then she did the same to Faye's forehead, and Cassie's, and all the others.

When she finished anointing the group, Diana asked Cassie and Faye to join her in the center. The three of them held hands around the cauldron and candles, with closed eyes. Cassie pictured the white light surrounding not only her own body now but the whole group as one. She imagined it encapsulating them like a giant helium ball oon and floating them up to the safety of the cloudless sky.

Diana finished the spell.

By the power of this ocean, wide and deep, By the power of day, and night, and powers three, This is our will, so let it be!

Little by little, everyone opened their eyes.

"Did it work?" Sean asked, raising his fingers up to the blue smudge on his forehead.

"How long do we have to walk around with this oill on us?" Suzan asked. "It probably causes breakouts."

"We can go wash it off in the ocean in just a minute," Diana said.

"So that's it?" Faye asked, picking up the dagger from the sand and re-sheathing it beneath her skirt. "We're invincible now? Why didn't we do this long ago?"

"There are conditions," Diana said.

" W ha t conditions?" Faye asked, mocking Diana's measured, proper tone of voice.

Diana wasn't bothered by Faye's ridicule, probably because she was so accustomed to it. "We'll be safe from bodily harm inflicted by the hunters," she said. "But the spell only protects us on the island of New Salem. If we step beyond that, we're vulnerable."

"So nobody leaves the island," Adam said. "Under any circumstances."

He glanced over at Nick, who had taken to disappearing for days at a time, but Nick ignored him.

Diana dug a deep hole in the sand to discard the remaining potion. "It also doesn't mean the hunters can't find us. So everyone has to be extra careful. We have to do everything we can to remain undetected." She stood up, wiped the sand from her hands, and looked directly at Faye. "We can't practice magic at all. The hunters will be looking for anything out of the ordinary to find out who we are."

"What?" Faye charged at Diana like she might tackle her to the ground. "Our magic is the only power we have. How else are we supposed to defeat these guys if we can't use magic?"

Diana squared her thin shoulders to Faye and matched her gaze with equal ferocity. "We find them before they find us," she said. "That's how we're going to defeat them."

"Faye," Melanie said, stepping between her and Diana.

"These are my aunt's murderers we're talking about. You're going to put your magic on hold, because if you don't, you're putting the whole group at risk. And we can't have that."

Cool-headed Melanie had never threatened anyone in her life, but here she was, an inch taller than Faye, ready for a fight.

Adam got between them before things had a chance to escalate. "Everyone needs to take a deep breath and calm down," he said. "We can't afford to be fighting each other right now."

"No," Melanie argued, shoving Adam's peacekeeping hand aside. "What we can't afford is Faye not following Circle rules when our lives are at stake."

"Please, Faye." Adam was practically begging her to cooperate. "No magic. Just until we figure out who the hunters are. Okay?"

"Fine. My God, you people are so boring." Faye began walking away, toward the ocean.

"That's not all," Diana called out. "We also need to be on the lookout for Outsiders who are getting too close. And anyone new in town."

Diana glanced sharply at Cassie. She didn't name Scarlett specifically, but she didn't have to. Then she turned to Faye. "So you need to lay off Max."

Suzan smirked. "How can she lay off him when he won't even let her lay on him?"

Faye looked like all the fight had been knocked out of her. It obviously bothered her that Max wasn't falling under her spell like every other boy in school.

"Is that all?" she asked Diana.

Diana nodded. "For now."

Faye turned and marched toward the ocean to wash her forehead clean. Her black skirt and hair flowed behind her like a dark shadow.

The next morning at school, Faye pulled into the empty parking space beside Cassie and Adam. "Is Diana here yet?" she asked, before she was even out of the car.

"Not yet," Adam said. "What's wrong?"

Faye looked anxiously around the school lot, at Sally and Portia gathering their pompoms and books, at a few lacrosse players playing catch, and finally at Suzan sitting on the hood of her Corol a, applying mascara.

"I can't handle this no-magic thing," Faye said. "I had to wait for water to boil this morning. Can you believe that?

Eight minutes. Like I have nothing better to do with my time."

"I'm with Faye," Suzan said from behind her hand mirror.

"I feel so ordinary, so unexceptional. It's dehumanizing."

"And on top of all that, you have a stain on your shirt," Faye said.

"I know." Suzan scratched at the blotch on her collar.

"How do normal people get ketchup out of their clothes?" Diana zipped her Volvo into the spot next to Faye and hurriedly pushed her door open. She was less put together than usual. Her hair was loose and wild, and her jacket was hanging half off. She had a coffee cup in one hand and a bagel in the other, which she shoved in her mouth to dig for her books in the backseat.

"See," Faye said. "Even Diana's a mess. We can't live like this."

Until this moment, Cassie hadn't realized how much her friends used magic in their everyday lives.

Adam helped Diana with her books. "This isn't easy for any of us," he said. "But we have to stick with it. It's only temporary."

The rest of the group arrived sporadically. Whether it was purely psychological or not, Cassie noticed they all seemed a bit distressed without their magic - except Deborah, who tore through the parking lot with her motorcycle up on one wheel. Cars and people scattered from her path until she lowered the front tire down, screeched to a halt, and cut the engine.

"Where's your helmet?" Diana asked, once Deborah joined the rest of the group.

Deborah rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to mess up my hair with a helmet when I'm invincible."

"You may be invincible," Diana said. "But you can still accidentally run over somebody else."

"Then maybe they should be wearing helmets," Faye said, which drew a sharp look from Diana.

"Please, don't abuse the protection spell," Diana said.

"It's not an excuse to be irresponsible."

"You're telling me this?" Deborah removed one of her leather gloves, then the other, and pointed at the sky. "What about them?"

Cassie noticed everyone in the parking lot had stopped going about their business and were focused on something overhead. She followed the communal gaze, just as Diana did, to find Chris and Doug on the roof of the school building.

Someone screamed out, "What are those maniacs doing up there?"

"I think they're fencing," another voice said.

Diana had to look away. "Please tell me they didn't bring real swords to school."

"Technically they're not in school," Sean said. "They're on it."

Chris and Doug sparred back and forth, swinging wildly at each other, ducking and bobbing. The crowd gasped as Doug took a slicing hit on the shoulder. He cried out, dropped to the ground, and fake blood spurted from the rooftop like a sprinkler. Their schoolmates started to scream, but then Doug jumped back to his feet with one arm hidden within his sleeve and resumed the fight.

"They're having way too much fun with this," Adam said.

Cassie eyed the crowd of spectators, wondering if any of them noticed Chris and Doug were impenetrable to the swords' sharp blades. But everyone was so accustomed to the twins' crazy antics that none of them seemed to question it.

Even Max, who was still the talk of the school, was amused by their performance. He was standing with his lacrosse friends and the swarm of pretty girls who fluttered around him at all times. The girls had, for once, diverted their attention away from Max to watch the rooftop.

Doug slashed Chris across the chest, slitting his shirt diagonally open. It flapped like a flag in the wind. "Serves you right, brother," Chris called out. "This T-shirt was one of yours."

Laughter passed over the crowd in a wave. Max shook his head, stepped away from his crew, and made his way over to Diana.

"Someone should stop those two," he said. "Before they're both completely naked."

Cassie observed how Max's admirers visibly sighed at the sight of him talking to Diana. They obviously considered her competition.

"But I can't be the one to stop them," Max continued, leaning in close to her. "Can't you work some of your magic?"

Diana froze for a second, but it was clear to Cassie that Max meant nothing by it. He was fixated on Diana's eyes.

"You must have every guy in school at your beck and call," he said to her. "I imagine if anyone can get them down, it's you."

Diana exhaled deeply and laughed. She self-consciously tried to smooth her hair down, but it remained beautifully tousled. "If only that were true," she said.

"I can get them off the roof," Faye offered, but Max ignored her.

"It's just that if my dad catches them up there, there's no telling what he'll do," Max said. "He's not big on kids bringing weapons to school."

"Understandably," Diana answered, nodding. But before she could return her attention to Chris and Doug, Nick appeared on the roof behind them.

"The show's over," he called out, approaching the two of them like he might wring their necks.

Chris and Doug looked at each other and dropped their swords. They raised their hands in defense and backed away from Nick, edging closer and closer to the roof's edge. The crowd fell silent. It had to be a twenty-foot drop.

Nick caught on to the trick and stood still. "That's enough," he said. "You had your fun. Now just come down quietly."

Chris and Doug glanced at the crowd and then latched hands. "Never!" they screamed, and leaped from the roof, landing on a large Dumpster below.

People covered their mouths and turned away. Even Max winced, subtly turning his face in toward Diana's as he did so. But the twins landed with a synchronized tumble.

Without a scratch, they climbed down and took their bows.