Chapter 11

Cassie was in town running errands when the rich aroma of the Witch's Brew Coffee Shop filled her lungs. Coffee, she thought. What a good idea. The Witch's Brew was a gimmick, plain and simple, capitalizing on the town's Salem witch trial - related history. At night it featured strobe lights and white cotton cobwebs, and was a favorite place for anyone from out of town looking for an overpriced drink with a gothic name. The locals, and Cassie's friends especially, avoided the place for obvious reasons. But in the light of day, the Brew could almost pass as an ordinary coffee shop, and they'd just set up their outdoor tables.

Cassie figured it wouldn't be so bad if she could sit outside sipping her drink in the sun, so she looked for an empty seat.

That was when she noticed that familiar dyed red hair she knew belonged to Scarlett. She was bent over a book, reading and mindlessly chewing on a pencil. Cassie's first instinct was to go sit with her, but then she remembered the new rule. Outsiders were off limits for now.

It wasn't fair. The Circle shouldn't be able to dictate whom Cassie had coffee with. But even Faye was willing to relinquish some of her personal freedom for the good of the group. And Cassie had to get to the lighthouse anyway. In lieu of being able to do magic, Melanie and Laurel were resorting to herbology to pass the time. They'd asked resorting to herbology to pass the time. They'd asked Cassie to bring over the flowers from a rare herb in her garden - the Plymouth gentian. Cassie felt for the paper bag containing the flowers in her tote, as if to remind herself of the errand's importance. She turned to go just as Scarlett noticed her.

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