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L.J. Smith - The Secret Circle 2 - The Captive. Home · L.J. Smith - The Secret Circle 2 - The Smith, L.J. - The Secret Circle 01 - The Initiation. Read more. This special paperback bind-up contains part two of the second book in the Secret Circle series, The Captive, and the final book in the series, The Power; from. Smith's SECRET CIRCLE Trilogy: The Initiation, The Captive and The Power books, not the. CW's TV show. THE GIRLS OF THE SECRET CIRCLE.
For now, all I need is your support. Im trying to learn more about how he did it. Dec 01, Colette rated it liked it Shelves: A militant optimist, she is also part of the Velociraptor Sisterhood a fancy way of saying that she likes to read, write and discuss books with strong female characters , and she has traveled extensively in Europe and the Far East. Like a lovesick wimp.
If we can stop the hunters from performing the second step, your friends will be okay. The killing curse. Cassie remembered the hunter mark, the aftermath of the curse on Melanies aunt Constances forehead the day she died.
The Circle hadnt even known the hunters had marked her until it was too late.
Why dont the hunters just perform the killing curse immediately after marking someone? Cassie asked. Why wait? Because it takes just one hunter to mark someone, but the killing curse requires several of them. Cassies mother wrapped the burns quickly and efficiently, like a battlefield nurse.
Its a process, much like a spell, so it cant just happen at any moment. Cassie winced as the harsh gauze touched her raw skin. So Faye and Laurel will need to be protected, her mother said. But tonight, the only thing for you to do is rest. She still had so many questions, but the pain was making her weary.
She moved to the comfort of her own bed and felt her eyes grow heavy. She allowed them to close as sleep overtook her. But even in the soft dark of her own eyelids, Cassie could see the glowing outline of her fathers book shining against the black. The next morning, Cassies mind was still running in circles while she waited on her front porch for Adam to pick her up for school.
She tried to relax, to admire the sun glinting red off the windows of each house on the bluff, but there was too much to be anxious about. In the past week Cassie had learned that her half sister wanted to kill her and take over the Circleand shed nearly succeeded. As if that werent enough, there was also the issue of the hunters. The Circle was now sure that Max and his fatherPrincipal Boylanwere witch hunters. Theyd already marked Laurel and Faye with the hunter symbol,. Cassie looked down at the gray paint peeling off the front porch.
This old house, she thought, this antiquated town. There was no escaping its ancient history. It was a sunny, windless day, but how could Cassie enjoy it? She pulled the sleeves of her purple hoodie down over her hands to cover her burns. She would have disappeared entirely into its soft cotton if she could. And then she heard somethinga rustling in the bushes.
Its just the breeze, she told herself, but not a single blade of grass stirred. There was the crunching of leaves. It was coming from her left, along the row of shrubs that lined the path to the houses side dooran opportune place for an intruder to break in, or for Scarlett to sneak her way into Cassies home. Treading lightly across the rickety wooden porch, Cassie stepped closer to the sound. The shrubs moved againthis time she saw it with her own eyesand she screamed, Scarlett!
An orange tabby cat shot out from the wavering hedge, zipping past Cassie and up a neighbors tree. The cats prey was left behind in the uncut grass: Cassie exhaled. She would have laughed out loud at herself if she werent so embarrassed. She walked back around to the front porch just as Adam pulled up to the curb. Her heart hadnt yet returned to its regular rhythm when she climbed into the passenger seat of his old Mustang and leaned over for a kiss.
What were you doing in the backyard? Adam asked as he pulled out of her driveway and onto Crowhaven Road. Running laps? Youre all sweaty.
Is that any way to greet your girlfriend? Cassie joked. By telling her shes perspiring?
Adam smiled. Im just saying you look hot, thats all. Hot and humid. He waited for her to laugh, and when she didnt he tilted his head at her apologetically. Cassie appreciated Adams sense of humor, even when he was teasing her. No matter how dire the situation was with the hunters and with Scarlett, Adam was still able to make light of things.
Cassie needed that now more than ever. She focused on the sparkle in his blue-gray eyes and thought of the silver cord, that mystifying bond that connected Adams soul to hers. What did it mean that shed also seen a cord connecting Adam to Scarlett on the night of their battle?
Could she have imagined it? Cassie could. She reached for Adams free hand and interlaced her fingers with his. Is that from the fire in Cape Cod?
Adam asked. He lifted Cassies sleeve up, revealing the blistering spots on her left hand. I didnt realize how bad these were before. Are they getting worse? Cassie remained silent, unsure of how to explain these new marks on her body, but her silence only misled Adam to believe hed been correct about their source.
We have to find Scarlett, he said. She has to pay for this and everything else shes done. Cassie still didnt know what to say; the situation was much more complicated than that. How can you sit there so calmly? He took his eyes off the road to momentarily glance at Cassie. Youve been physically, and most likely permanently, scarred by her. We cant let her get away with this. These burns arent from my battle with Scarlett, Cassie said, more abruptly than shed meant to.
Theyre from last night.
Adam slowed the car almost to a stop. Last night? What happened last night? Cassie watched a crowded school bus zip past them on the left. Behind them, a frustrated tailgater honked.
I dont want to keep any secrets from you, she said. But if I tell you something, I need it to stay between us. Adam pulled over to the side of the road and cut the engine, sensing this would require his full attention. I think it goes without saying by this point, but you can trust me. They were stopped in front of Sprinkles Donut Shop, and the air smelled like sugar and frosting.
My mother gave me something last night. Something that had been hidden in my grandmothers house for a long time, Cassie said, and then paused. She knew she could tell Adam anything and he wouldnt judge her, but it was still difficult getting the words out.
Dont tell me there are more Master Tools we didnt know about. That would be incredible. Adams voice was hopeful in a way that made Cassies heart break.
But it is something that belonged to Black John. Adams posture straightened at the sound of Black Johns name and he sat icily still. I have his Book of Shadows, Cassie said. She watched Adams expression turn from apprehensive to excited. Are you serious? Do you realize how much we can learn from that book? Theres more, Cassie said, before Adam could get carried away.
When I opened it, it was like the book turned against me, like it was alive in my hands. Just like when the Master Tools backfired on me when I was battling Scarlett. Adam nodded, remembering how the Tools had obeyed Scarletts black magic. Theyd singed Cassies skin just before they unhinged themselves from her body and flew at Scarletts outstretched hands. That explains the burns, he said. But whats the connection between the two? I think the book is spelled, Cassie said.
Something to prevent the wrong people from getting a hold of it. But it wasnt like I could read it anyway. Its written in some ancient language Ive never seen before. It doesnt even look like words. We should have Diana search her Book of Shadows for information. Adam immediately went into strategizing mode. There must be a way to break the books spell. And we can all start researching the language. Theres a chance it could be Sumerian, or even cuneiform.
Black Johns ancestors would go back that far. Adam, Cassie interrupted him. Remember you agreed we could keep this between us? Adams face dropped. He looked away momentarily.
But that was before I knew what it was. Im sorry, Cassie said. But I need to understand more of what this is before involving the rest of the Circle. This is about me and my father. Its a pretty big deal. Adams voice hit that pitch it always did when he was exasperated. We have to tell the Circle eventually. I know, Cassie said as gently as she could. She reminded herself that Adams passion and perseverance were her favorite things about him.
I just need a little time. She fiddled with the few strands of reddish-brown hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. For now, let this be our secret. Adam nodded, realizing he was pushing too hard. But in the meantime I want to help in any way I can.
Ill do research, whatever you need. Just name it. Cassie felt her shoulders settle. Thank you, she said, reaching out to him. For now, all I need is your support. Adam brought Cassies injured hand to his warm lips and kissed it. I also need a chocolate glazed donut from Sprinkles, Cassie added. Your wish is my command. Adam leaned in, met Cassies lips with his own, and kissed her without restraint.
It felt good, and it felt right. Maybe there was hope for this day yet. Cassie was sitting in third-period history debating between a the Continental Congress and b the House of Representatives on her pop quiz, when a hall monitor came to the door and handed Ms. Darby a pink slip of paper.
Laurel, Ms. Darby said. Boylan wants to see you in his office right away. Cassies head shot up. She couldnt allow Laurel to be alone with the principal. He was a witch hunter, and Laurel had been marked. Laurel looked at Cassie and then back at Ms.
But I havent finished my test yet. You can make it up after school, Ms. The principal wouldnt call you out of class unless it was important. Laurel hesitated. Go on. Darby pointed to the doorway.
If youre in trouble for something, standing here and keeping him waiting surely wont help matters any. Yes, maam, Laurel said.
Cassie watched her fearfully gather her books. What could she do to stop her? Laurel handed her exam in to Ms. Darby and obediently followed the monitor out the door, glancing over her shoulder at Cassie one last time. There were no other Circle members in class, so it was up to Cassie to do something.
One way or another, she had to get herself into the principals office. Laurels life could be at stake.
Cassie quickly scribbled in the remaining empty blanks on her exam, and then rushed up to the front of the room. Im done, Ms. She held her side and bit her lip. And Im not feeling so well. May I go to the nurse? Darby eyed Cassie, trying to discern if she was faking.
Cassie swallowed hard, cleared her throat, and leaned forward like she might puke right on Ms. Darbys desk. Go, Ms. Darby said, and Cassie bolted for the hallway.
She ran the whole way, ignoring multiple commands from teachers telling her to slow down, and arrived at the principals office panting. Immediately, she could feel an energy in the airsomething dark and morose. The door to Mr.
Boylans office was closed. Hi there, Cassie. What can I do for you?
Karol, the perpetually rosy-cheeked office secretary. Theres an emergency, Cassie said, catching Mrs. Karol by surprise. In the gymnasium. A fight or something, Im not sure, but people were screaming for someone to get the principal right away. Not again. Karol scooted off her seat and hurried over to the principals door. She knocked on it anxiously while turning the knob to let herself in.
Sorry to interrupt, she said, but I think weve got a brawl on our hands, down in the gymnasium. Boylan jerked backward, away from Laurel, the moment the door opened.
He patted down his salt-andpepper hair and straightened his gray suit. Im a little busy here. He backpedaled to his desk and grabbed a pen and. And how many times have I told you, you cant just barge into my office like that. Dont you snap at me, Mrs.
Karol said, with her bright smile fully intact. Its not my fault your students behave like wild animals. She entered the room and took him by the elbow of his finely tailored jacket. Now hurry up. Youre the only one who can handle this. Cassie spotted Laurel seated across from Mr.
Boylans large oak desk. She waved at her to try to catch her attention, but Laurel was entirely oblivious to everything going on around her. She was as pale as a ghost, and her eyes were focused on an invisible spot in front of her. With a huff, Mr. Boylan followed Mrs.
Karol toward the gymnasium. Lets make this quick, he said, and then noticed Cassie for the first time. I wont be long, he called out to Laurel, while focusing directly on Cassie. Well pick up right where we left off when I return. You can count on it. It sounded like a threat aimed at them both. Cassie shuddered at the thought of what she might have walked in on if shed arrived only a few minutes later. Laurel still hadnt moved a muscle, even after the principal and Mrs.
Karol were out of sight. Cassie ran to her. Are you all right? What did he do to you? Laurels face slowly came back to life, and she finally noticed Cassie standing there. We have to get out of here, she said, and leapt from her seat to run for the door. Cassie grabbed her by the hand and led her down the hall to the science wing. Steer clear of the gymnasium, she said, as she maneuvered Laurel in the opposite direction. It was only a matter of time before Mr. Boylan realized there wasnt any fight.
We need a place to hide. At least until the bell rings. Down the wing, there was an unlocked supply closet. Cassie guided Laurel inside and closed the door behind them. It smells like formaldehyde in here, Laurel said.
Cassie didnt have the heart to alert Laurel, an avid animal lover, to the jarred pig fetus directly behind her.
Youre right, it does, was all Cassie said, and then pulled Laurel in for a hug. Im just glad youre okay. Among countless shelves of glass beakers and safety goggles, Laurel let herself cry and explained how Mr. Boylan had been interrogating her, trying to find out information about her friends. He was asking me about everyone in the Circle by. And he was asking about our families. He knows were all witches, Cassie, and he wants to mark every one of us.
Cassie was gradually putting the pieces together. Then we absolutely cant perform magic until we figure out how to stop him. Laurels eyes welled up with tears again. Youre okay now, Cassie assured her.
And youre not alone. Were going to figure out a way to save you. I promise. We are in over our heads, Cassie. This isnt like anything weve ever faced before. Laurel started to cry so furiously Cassie was afraid someone in the hallway would hear them. I dont want to die, she said. Nobody is going to die. Cassie lowered her own voice to a whisper.
Ive been talking to my mom about my father. Just last night in fact. And Im learning things, Laurel. Ancient things that will help us. Laurels sobbing quieted and she wiped the tears from her rosy cheeks. When my father was young he saved a friend of my mothers who had been marked. I know it can be done. And you think you can figure out how he did it? I know I can, Cassie said. She said everything she could think of to try to help Laurel calm down, but in her mind she feared they were running out of time.
She had to do something about thisand her fathers bookbefore the hunters picked them off one by one. Pink and white banners advertising the spring dance hung on all four walls of the school cafeteria.
On a different day, or maybe in a different life, Cassie would have been excited for the dance. But this afternoons lunch was going to be all business. Suzan arrived a few minutes after the others and dropped her tray on the table with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to the groups mood. Is it that time already?
We have to go shopping before all the good dresses disappear. Is that seriously whats on your mind right now? Melanie said, her mouth half full. A stupid dance?
Most of all, though, I love witches. I am not overstating when I say this book blew me away. The Captive rocked my socks! It has now become one of my favorite books of all time.
I read it within 2 hours and the more I got into the story, the more devoted I became. I loved the fact that 3 people were murdered in or nearby the school but it is never really investigated.
Even thinking about it now makes me laugh. Cassie makes some really senseless decisions. Like when she goes to the churchyard in the middle of the night. Even though just a few hours earlier they saw a furtive and possibly dangerous ghost prowling around. I relished in this book flaws. I love it more because of its defects. The key character of this book, Cassie, did a complete turnaround regarding her attitude.