Moonset

grime on the floors a run for their money.

“You heard what happened?” I asked. Quinn nodded his head, actually looking sad, where

Virago just pretended. “I don’t know what he was talking about,” I said honestly. “He kept talking about hearing things. Voices. I mean, I knew crazy people were supposed to hear voices, but I didn’t expect him to talk about it, y’know? I think they told him to jump.”

Quinn’s expression was curious. “Why would you say that?”

“Because he didn’t want to. I couldn’t really hear what he was saying most of the time; he was screaming and the crowd was too loud, but he looked scared. Not like someone that wanted to kill himself.”

“Anything else?” Quinn asked. He had taken the lead, and Meghan had relinquished it silently.

She stood behind him, pulling out her tablet computer and punching away while we talked.

There’s a warlock in Carrow Mill, but I don’t know what it means. I’m being haunted by the symbol my parents used to take credit for their darkest acts. He may have been crazy, but I think the Harbinger was trying to warn me, but I don’t know why. I don’t trust you. I don’t trust anyone.

But I didn’t say any of that. “Not that I can think of,” I said, biting down on my lip. I wasn’t as good a liar as Jenna, and I couldn’t talk so fast and in so many circles that you lost the point like Cole, but I could withhold information like no one’s business.

Except Quinn didn’t seem to believe me. “You’re sure,” he said, catching my eye. “This is important, Justin. All we want is to keep you safe.”

Is that all? Are you sure? “No,” I said, exhaling slow. “Like I said, it was all kind of crazy. He said some stuff, but it was nonsense. It was like his brain got scrambled.”

Quinn stared at me for a long minute. “Okay,” he said finally. “Let’s get you home.”

Quinn didn’t come inside when we got back to the house. “Ask your sister not to sneak out tonight? Please? We’ve had enough drama for one day.”

“Where will you be?”

He looked in the rearview mirror, scrubbed at his eyes. There were dark circles there that stood out severely on his pale skin. I hadn’t noticed in the store because the only lights had come from the street, but with the car door open, his exhaustion was on display. “There’s still some coordination that needs to take place tonight. To make sure everything’s okay.”

“But the guy killed himself. It’s not like suicide is contagious.”

Quinn wouldn’t look at me. “I’m not sure it was a suicide,” he said quietly.

It was an opening, albeit a small one. “Then what was it?” I pressed. “What’s going on, Quinn?”

But just as quickly as the wall went down, it came back up stronger than ever. “You should get inside. School to-morrow.”

Of course he wasn’t going to tell me anything. He was just like the rest. I unbuckled my seatbelt and hopped out into the driveway. “Justin,” he called, just before I slammed the door. I bent down, looking at him in the driver’s seat. I waited, but he seemed to be wrestling with something. “There’s a guard inside,” he said finally, resisting whatever he’d wanted to say, “so don’t freak out.”

A guard. And there was nothing that we needed to know. I bit down on my irritation and nodded, slamming the door shut with a little more force than necessary. Once inside the house, I took the stairs two at a time and skipped past my room to head straight for Jenna. I knocked, and barely waited for the annoyed “What?” before I turned the knob and slipped inside.

She was curled up on her bed, applying a coat of nail polish to her toes. It was hard to tell if it was black, or just a really dark purple. Not that it mattered much. She raised an eyebrow at me, and in lieu of greeting, I raised my index finger over my lips.

My phone was in my pocket and I fumbled for it before pulling it out and into my left hand. I nodded at her, then at the phone next to her on the bedspread. The eyebrow rose even higher, but Jenna’s toenails were forgotten as she slipped off the bed and picked up her phone. She crossed the room to her laptop, and clicked on the music player, pressing the button until the volume went almost as high as it could go. Then she walked back to me with her phone. Hers went into her left hand, too. We both raised our right hands, palms out.

Jenna had traded another girl for the spell a few years ago. It was a communication spell that the girl had managed to tweak to work with her cell phone. It had become invaluable ever since. We whispered the spell in stereo, and the screens of our phones lit up.

Something happened tonight, I thought, and the words lit up on her screen.

Jenna’s eyes went to her phone, her lips pursed. My screen remained blank. She was waiting for more.

The Harbinger we met; he killed himself. He said there’s a warlock here.

You said he was crazy, she thought-texted .

I thought he was. But there was something there. Something in the air.

Jenna frowned. What else did he say?

It was weird, I thought, shaking my head. He said they were coming. And something about only needing one.

One what?

I shrugged helplessly. Oh, and I saw the symbol again. Only this time it was made out of his blood.

Symbol? And then I remembered that I hadn’t told Jenna about the Moonset symbol, or how many times I’d seen it lately.

I let my empty hand fall, and went over to her desk. Quick as I could, I drew the circle, shading all but the crescent moon on its side, and the six tentacles sprouting from it, three at the top, and three at the bottom.

I held it up to Jenna, then raised my hands to return to the spell. It’s theirs. Moonset’s. And it keeps showing up. As quickly as I could, I told her about how Mal had found the first symbol and about the fire that had burned down the building.

Every time my cell drops service, Jenna thought, and then there was a pause. She chewed on her lower lip, eyes leaving her phone to meet mine. She was worried. Words on the screen appeared as she completed the thought, but it took me a moment to look away. Every time my cell drops service, that picture flashes on the screen.

But why is it showing up now?

Jenna was still, and I wondered at the furious spin of the thoughts I couldn’t see. You had to concentrate on the spell to make your thoughts appear, but you could just as easily concentrate on having them not appear.

Why did they bring us to Carrow Mill, Jenna?

What else did he say about the warlock?

He said something about signs, I thought.

Jenna nodded pointedly at the drawing I’d done. Signs? Like Moonset’s symbol?

Yeah, maybe.

You’re not the only one who’s seen that symbol. And I bet they’ve been showing up for a while.

What are you saying?

Jenna’s screen was blank for so long I thought that the spell had dropped. If there really is a warlock, I don’t think it’s an accident the Congress brought us here. Or that Illana Bryer is relocating.

??

Justin, I think we’re supposed to be bait.

Seventeen