Sweep #05 - Awakening by Cate Tiernan

Author:Cate Tiernan [Tiernan, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Fantasy Fiction, Occult, Body; Mind & Spirit, Magic, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Witches, Man-Woman Relationships, Social Issues, Good and Evil, Occult Fiction, Love & Romance, Teenagers, Witchcraft, Adolescence, Occultism, Morgan (Fictitious Character : Tiernan), Good and Evil in Literature
ISBN: 9780142410202
Publisher: Speak
Published: 2001-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

11

Hunted

My dad was in the kitchen when I came down the next morning, wearing his usual winter outfit of khakis, button-down shirt, and knit vest. He was peeling potatoes for dinner, then dropping them into a bowl of ice water. My dad has a thing about preparing far in advance.

“Your cat would like you to feed him,” my dad greeted me.

Sure enough, Dagda was sitting on the floor next to his bowl, looking up with a hopeful expression. He wound himself around my ankles, arching his little back against my hand. I bent and picked up the dish.

“How was the party?” my dad asked as I spooned canned food into Dagda’s bowl.

“Okay,” I replied. Disturbing, I added silently. I went to the fridge and scanned for food.

“Morgan, don’t just stand there with the door open,” he admonished me.

“Sorry,” I said. I grabbed a box of waffles and shut the fridge. As I crossed to the toaster, I noticed the local newspaper on one of the kitchen chairs. It was open to the business section, which my father reads religiously.

“Dad,” I said, “have you ever heard of a guy named Stuart Afton?”

“You mean the cement-and-gravel tycoon?” Dad asked.

“He’s a tycoon?”

Dad paused. “Maybe not exactly. But he is a big player in the local building supplies industry. I’ve heard he’s kind of ruthless, like a strong-arm guy.”

“Hmmm.” I had to admit that Afton didn’t sound like the kind of person to forgive a debt. No, I told myself, rummaging for syrup, people can surprise you. Maybe Afton is tough on the outside but a softie on the inside. I pushed aside the thought that came after that: that David could also surprise me and that Hunter could be right.

Get your mind off it, I ordered myself. “Where are Mom and Mary K.?” I asked Dad.

“They went to church early to help with the Christmas clothing drive.” He wiped his hand on a dish towel. “We’re meeting them there for mass.”

I brought my waffle over to the table and fiddled with my fork. “Um, I have a lot of studying to do,” I said at last. “Is it all right if I skip church?”

Behind his tortoiseshell glasses, Dad’s eyes were troubled. “I suppose so,” he said after a moment.

“Thanks.” I put a big bite of waffle into my mouth so I didn’t have to say anything else. Since discovering Wicca, my relationship to Catholicism was changing, like everything else in my life. Though I still found the services beautiful, they didn’t speak to me in the way they once had. I was pleased, though, that my parents were at a point where they accepted my ambivalence, despite the worry it caused them.

I spent most of the rest of the day tucked away in my room, studying the books Hunter had lent me. I copied spells and lessons into my Book of Shadows and even, feeling a little silly, made myself a set of rune flash cards. I wasn’t going to leave Hunter any room to reprimand me for being lax in my studies.

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