T*Witches: The Power of Two Read Free Page A

always wears that skull earring? As if he has any pull. He's a lackey."
     
    "Anyone about soccer?" It was Kristen. "Eyes on the prize, girlfriends. It's gonna take some serious hustle to win this game."
     
    "Which we are so gonna do," Cam promised.
     
    The Salem Wildcats had other ideas. Thanks to Lindsay Luckinbill, their top scorer, they managed to block every move the Meteors made.
     
    Finally, near the end of the second half, Lindsay got between a pass from Kristen to Beth. Snagging the ball, the Wildcat star headed downfield with it. If she scored, Salem would break the tie—and take the game.
     
    Cam was already on the case, racing after Lindsay, when Bree squealed, "Mojo girl, put the hex on her!"
     
    Yeah, right, Cam thought, pounding behind the speeding 'Cat. Slow down, Lindsay, so we can win. Blunder and stumble. Let the fun begin.
     
    Excuse me? Where had that come from, Cam asked herself, as Lindsay drew within kicking distance of the goal. When had she started thinking in rhyme?
     
    Unexpectedly, Lindsay glanced over her shoulder, as if trying to see how far behind her Camryn was. It was a fatal mistake.
     
    Cam was very close, near enough for her startling gray eyes to lock on to the Wildcat's green glare.
     
    Lindsay skidded abruptly. Squinting, blinking, she twisted her head away from Cam's stare, her concentration broken. And, instead of kicking the ball, she tripped over it!
     
    The girl did a total face-plant into the field.
     
    And came up, with a blade of grass stuck to her cheek, completely ballistic.
     
    "Foul! She blinded me!" Lindsay bellowed. "I mean... she tripped me! Barnes pushed me!"
     
    I did? Cam zoned into total confusion as a time-out was called. Why else would Lindsay stumble and fall? No way could it have happened just 'cause Cam had thought about it—or wished she would.
     
    Cam didn't protest. She couldn't. She had no clue what had just taken place. Except that the 'Cats were awarded an indirect free kick.
     
    As Lindsay set up for her freebie, Beth trotted up to Cam, looking grim. "You didn't really push her, did you?"
     
    Cam grimaced. "I don't... I mean, no. I would never do that. Right?"
Worried, wary, Beth studied her best friend as Lindsay's kick did its job: whacking the ball in the bucket, putting the Wildcats in the lead by one point.
     
    The one point, as it turned out, they needed for the win.
     
    Because a few minutes later, with the ball back in play, rocketing toward Cam, and the field wide open for the cleanest, easiest goal anyone could have made, it happened again.
     
    She heard the voice. His voice.
     
    Don't go. It's too dangerous. She needs you now.
     
    She? Stunned, Cam closed her eyes. Who needs her? Beth? Tonya? Marleigh?
     
    Marleigh, she thought.
     
    She's going to be snashed.
     
    Snashed? What did that mean? Had she heard it right? Her eyes flew open. She turned toward the stands. A redheaded blur caught her eye. She honed in on the movement and saw a little girl, a carrot-topped kid not more than six or seven, rushing along the bleachers.
     
    By the time Cam's gaze returned to the spot where the pop star and her fan club president had been cheering, Marleigh Cooper was gone.
     
    But Tonya was still there, talking on her cell phone. Tonya and a lanky, bone-white man, dressed all in black.
     
    Cam recognized his face. For years, it had been haunting her dreams. Now here it was, in her waking world—paper-thin skin, pasty pale. Deep sunken eye sockets stared straight at her. What was he doing here? What did he want?
     
    Somewhere, far away, she thought her teammates were shouting, "Kick it, Cam! Boot it! Don't just stand there! Tie it up! This is the GAME!"
     
    But it was as if someone has pressed the pause button.
     
    Cam stared, mouth agape, cold sweat streaming from every pore. Soaked, her scarlet jersey stuck to her ribs, but her mouth was dry as dust. No words came when she tried to scream.
     
    Hundreds of shrieking fans in