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her a lot,” I said, worried that I’d sounded too harsh. “I mean, I—”
    “No, it’s okay,” he interrupted, nodding. “It’s refreshing. You want to stand on your own two feet, do things yourself. You’re your own person. It makes you interesting.”
    I didn’t know what to say. I blushed slightly.
    Cal pulled my braid out from underneath my coat. “I love your hair,” he murmured, watching the braid run through his fingers. “Witch hair.” Then he gave me a lopsided grin and shifted the car into gear.
    Now I knew my face must be bright red. But I sat back, feeling happy and strong and unsure all at once. My eyes wandered out the window as we drove. The clouds had darkened, moving sluggishly across the sky as if trying to decide when to start dumping snow. By the time we reached Red Kill, they let loose with big, wet flakes that stuck to everything in clumps.
    “Here we go,” said Cal, turning on his windshield wipers. “Welcome to winter.”
    I smiled. Somehow the falling snow and thumping wipers made the silence inside the car even more peaceful. I was so glad to be here right now, in this moment, with Cal. I felt like I could tackle anything.
    “You know, there’s something I meant to tell you before,” I said. “The other day I followed Bree because I wanted to have it out with her once and for all.”
    Cal glanced over at me. “Really?”
    I nodded. “Yeah—but it didn’t end up that way. Instead I saw her and Raven meeting Sky Eventide.”
    His hand darted away, and he shot another quick glance at me. His brow was furrowed. “Sky?”
    “Yeah, the blond witch I met last night at your mom’s.” The really good-looking one, I thought with an odd pang of jealousy. Even though I knew Cal loved me, that he had chosen me, I still felt insecure, especially when we were around pretty girls. It was just that he was so handsome, with his golden eyes and tall frame and perfect body. And I . . . well, I wasn’t so perfect. A flat-chested girl with a big nose could hardly be called perfect.
    “Anyway, I saw Sky with Bree and Raven,” I continued, shoving my insecurities aside. “I bet she’s the blood witch they have in their coven.”
    “Hmmm,” said Cal. He gazed forward at the road, as if thinking intently. “Really. Yeah, I guess it’s possible.”
    “Is she . . . bad?” I asked, for lack of a better term. “I mean, I feel like you dislike her and Hunter, too. Are they, I don’t know, from the dark side?” I stumbled over the words. They sounded so melodramatic.
    Cal laughed, startled. “Dark side? You’ve been watching too many movies. There’s no dark side to Wicca. It’s just a big circle. Everything magickal is part of that circle. You, me, the world, Hunter, Sky, everything. We’re all connected.”
    I frowned. It seemed a strange thing to say, considering the way he’d glared at Hunter and Sky. “Last night you guys seemed not to like each other,” I persisted.
    Cal shrugged. He turned onto Red Kill’s main street and cruised slowly, looking for a parking spot. After a few moments’ silence he finally said, “Sometimes you just meet people who rub you the wrong way. I met Hunter a couple of years ago, and . . . we just can’t stand each other.” He laughed as if it were no big deal. “Everything about him pisses me off, and it’s mutual. That doesn’t sound very witchy, I know. But I don’t trust him.”
    “What do you mean? Trust him as a person or a witch?”
    Cal parked the car at an angle and turned off the engine. “There isn’t a difference,” he muttered. His expression was distant.
    “What about the big circle?” I asked, unable to help myself. “If you’re connected, then how can he piss you off so much?”
    “It’s just . . . ,” he began, then shook his head. “Forget it. Let’s talk about something else.” He opened his door and stepped out into snowfall.
    I opened my mouth, then closed it. Pursuing the conversation seemed important.