Series: Nightstruck (Book 2)
ISBN-13: 978-0765380067
Praise for NIGHT MAGIC
"Effectively blending grisly horror, teenage dilemmas, and a touch of romance, Black has built a genuinely scary city where the night literally has teeth.”―Publishers Weekly
Jenna Black returns to the quarantined city of Philadelphia, where an unsuspecting seventeen-year-old has unknowingly unleashed a dark power that transforms the city into a monstrous hellscape in Night Magic.
Philadelphia is locked in the grip of an evil magic that transforms its streets into a nightmare landscape the minute the sun sets each night. While most of the city hunkers down and hopes to survive the long winter nights, Becket Walker is roaming the darkened streets having the time of her life.
Once, the guilt of having inadvertently let the night magic into the city―and of having killed her onetime best friend―had threatened to destroy her. But now she’s been Nightstruck, and all her grief and guilt and terror have been swept away―along with her conscience. So what if she’s lost her friends, her family, and her home? And so what if her hot new boyfriend is super-controlling and downright malevolent?
Mesmerized by the power and freedom of not having to care about anyone but herself, Becket is sinking ever deeper into the night magic’s grasp. But those who love her refuse to give up on her―even if she’s given up on them. If they can’t find a way to help Becket break the night magic’s hold, the entire city might soon find itself shrouded in perpetual night. But the last thing Becket wants is to be “rescued” from her brand new life, and she will fight tooth and claw to stay exactly where she is.
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Excerpt...
CHAPTER
FOUR
For the next several nights, I
contented myself hanging out with Aleric.
There was no point in mooning over Luke, after all. He clearly wanted
nothing to do with me. Like everything else, he was a part of my past, best
left behind. At least that was what I tried to tell myself.
“Do you ever miss your past life?” I asked a young Nightstruck named Shelley one night. We were having another impromptu party in the square, and she was trying to teach me how to dance— futilely. I looked like a mannequin undergoing electric shock therapy as I tried to copy her graceful, sinuous moves. But at least I wasn’t self- conscious about it. If someone didn’t like the way I danced, screw them!
Shelley looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “Are you kidding me? My life was shit. What is there to miss?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Weren’t there any people . . . ?” I let the question trail off. I hadn’t met a Nightstruck yet who showed any signs of sentimentality. Piper had seemed to miss me when she’d been Nightstruck— that was why she claimed she was working so hard to get me to join her— but I think she missed me like a child missed its favorite toy. It wasn’t sentiment so much as possessiveness.
“People suck,” Shelley said. “The minute you care about someone, they stab you in the back. It’s so much better and easier not to give a damn.” She grinned at me. “If I could snap my fingers and put you back where you were, would you want me to?”
“No way,” I said with a shudder. I missed Luke, and I didn’t think I was just being a possessive baby, but I didn’t come close to missing him enough to go back to my old life.
“So forget about it and let’s dance!”
I tried to take her advice. I had never admitted it to anyone before, but I actually kind of love to dance. I’m just so bad at it that I was ordinarily too uncomfortable to do it much in public. It felt great not to care what anyone thought, to just let myself do whatever I felt like and not worry if I looked clumsy. Especially once I got a little alcohol in me. I was more careful with my intake this time, enjoying the nice, mild buzz that still left me feeling in control of myself.
What’s not to love about partying all night long? When dawn came along, I was nearly giddy with the joy of dancing, and my last thought was I couldn’t wait for night to fall so I could do it all again.
And we did do it all again, the next night and the night after that. Aleric danced and flirted with me, always trying to get me to drink more than I wanted. When we danced together, his hands were always on me, and my pulse always sped with something other than pure exertion. I kept thinking that any moment now we were going to have ourselves a world- class make- out session. One that might well end with our clothes coming off.
There was no question what my body wanted, and most of my mind was completely on board with that. I was a modern woman, and thanks to being Nightstruck I had no inhibitions. If I wanted to throw myself into Aleric’s arms and start kissing him senseless, there was no reason not to do it. But something kept holding me back. Maybe the same something that kept him from making the first move himself.
So here’s the thing: I spent my every waking hour with Aleric, and he was seriously hot and sexy, but when you came right down to it, I wasn’t sure I really trusted him. The night when he’d taken me “home” before dawn had made it clear how much power Aleric had over me, and just because he didn’t make a habit of exercising that power didn’t mean he wouldn’t. It was by his choice that I had become Nightstruck, and I didn’t think he was spending so much time with me only because he was so into me he couldn’t resist. His constant presence sometimes made him feel more like a stalker or a prison guard than a fun date, and that somewhat lessened his appeal.
Every other Nightstruck I had met obeyed Aleric’s orders without question. I couldn’t help remembering our first night together, when Aleric had sent several Nightstruck straight to their deaths so we could get into the shop where I’d gotten my coat. They’d screamed for help when the shop’s tentacles got hold of them, but they’d nonetheless walked right up and let themselves be taken.
Did Aleric have that same kind of power over me? If he told me to jump off a bridge, would I do it? I felt like I had free will, but maybe that was just an illusion, one Aleric was giving me for his own purposes.
On our third consecutive night of partying in the square, I kept a careful watch on Aleric, waiting for him to be distracted. It happened at least once a night. The Nightstruck all seemed to find Aleric alluring, and whenever a particularly pretty girl came into his orbit, he took notice. Maybe he was trying to make me jealous, but I didn’t think so. The Nightstruck viewpoint was that you could have whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it— and that included people. There would be no such thing as exclusivity, even if I did decide to take another step with Aleric.
It took a couple of hours, but eventually Aleric was properly distracted and I slipped away from the party. I wanted to see if Aleric would let me go or if he would come after me the moment he realized I was missing. I had to know just how much freedom I had.
I went to Luke’s, of course. Where else would I go when everyone else who really mattered to me was either dead or trapped outside the quarantine the government had imposed on the city?
As before, it was Bob who noticed me first. He greeted me with a chorus of barks and snarls and bared teeth, keeping it up until Luke dragged him away and, by the sound of it, shut him into another room.
I was prepared for Luke to greet me at gunpoint this time, but I still felt a little pang when I saw the muzzle of that gun pointed at me. I put my hands up and stood still as Luke took one hand off the gun to open the window.
“I thought I told you to get out of here,” Luke said, putting his second hand back on the gun. He had the shooter’s stance down, and if I didn’t know he’d never held a gun until recently, I’d have thought he was an experienced shooter.
“I’ll go away in a few minutes,” I promised him. “Maybe less than that, depending on how Aleric reacts when he finds I’m gone.” I had no doubt he could find me, just as I had no doubt he would be pissed that I’d slipped away. The question was how pissed, and what would he do about it?
“So you’re hanging out with Aleric these days?” Luke made a face ugly enough to see even in the dim light.
“I don’t have a whole lot of choice. He rarely lets me out of his sight. I don’t know why he’s being so clingy, but every once in a while I need a breath of fresh air. I’m sorry to bother you, but . . . I don’t know where else to go.”
Luke looked perplexed. I knew I wasn’t acting like a typical Nightstruck, and I hoped that would help convince him that I wasn’t like the rest of them. I decided to press my advantage.
“Thanks for taking care of Bob,” I said, giving him a tremulous smile. “And thank your mom for me, too. It’s really nice of her to let him stay when she’s allergic.”
The gun was steadily lowering, though I felt sure he was ready to take aim again at the slightest provocation.
“I didn’t think the Nightstruck were capable of being grateful,” Luke said. “I’ve certainly never heard of one saying thank you for anything.”
“I told you I haven’t changed as much as Piper did. I still feel like me— only better.”
“So do you feel bad about your dad being dead?”
“Yes,” I lied easily. Though in a way it wasn’t that much of a lie. When I thought about my dad— like now, for instance— I felt a mild twinge. Nothing strong enough to call grief, or even sadness, but it was something. Of course being Nightstruck meant I rarely let thoughts of my dad enter my head, and when they did, it was easy to chase them away again. Very different from how it had been before, when unpleasant thoughts had stuck to me like gum in my hair.
“Uh- huh. You sound real torn up about it.”
The gun was pointing at the ground now, so I let my hands lower slowly to my sides. I kept them splayed open and slightly away from my body so Luke could see I wasn’t reaching for a weapon.
“I’m not in unbearable mortal pain anymore,” I said. “Are you really going to tell me that’s a bad thing?”
“Yeah, Becket, I am. When someone you love dies, it’s supposed to hurt. It sucks, but it’s part of being human.”
“So are you sobbing into your pillow every night because Piper’s dead? Assuming you really did love her, which I think you did.”
Luke frowned at me. “She’s not dead. She lost a lot of blood, and it was touch and go for a while, but the doctors say she’s out of the woods now.”
My mouth dropped open, and I stood there staring like a moron. I’d been sure I’d killed her, sure there was no way she could survive when I was forced to run away and leave her bleeding out in the middle of Rittenhouse Square. I waited for a giddy rush of joy and relief, but it didn’t come. I should have been ecstatic to discover I hadn’t actually murdered my best friend in cold blood, and yet I felt nothing but surprise.
“If you could see your face right now,” Luke said, “you’d understand that you’ve changed a lot more than you think.”
Right. Luke had been expecting to see that joy and relief I should have felt, and I hadn’t thought to fake it. It was too late to put on a show now— he’d never believe me. So I was honest with him instead.
“I know I’ve changed,” I admitted. “All I’m saying is that I’m not going to go around killing people just to get my way. I still have a moral compass.” Although that compass no longer pointed toward true north. “Have you seen Piper since . . . ?”
“Since you shot her?” Luke finished for me with a noticeable edge in his voice.
“I shot her because I thought she was going to hurt you and your mom and the rest of your family just to get to me. It was the lesser of two evils.”
“You shot her and left her for dead!”
Call me crazy, but I was detecting some hard feelings here. I suppose it was only natural, but it was also completely unfair. “I was pretty sure I was going to be the one who got killed in the end, but I went after her anyway because it was the only way to protect you and your mom. How about giving me a little credit for risking my life for you?”
Luke shook his head at me. “The real Becket would never ask me to thank her for almost murdering my girlfriend.”
A spike of jealousy came out of nowhere, surprising me. “Don’t you mean ex- girlfriend? Or are you the kind of guy who makes out with your girlfriend’s best friend while you’re still dating?”
I could see from the flare of anger in his eyes that I’d put my foot in it. Nothing like trying to win a guy over by calling him a cheater. Though of course that begged the question of why I was trying to win Luke over. He was out of my reach, and even if I never set a foot wrong and recited beautiful love poetry till I turned blue in the face, he would never be interested in me now.
“If I had any sense,” Luke growled, brandishing the gun once more, “I’d shoot you just like you shot Piper. Maybe that would bring you back to yourself like it did Piper.”
I held up my hands in alarm and took a hasty step backward. “Don’t do it,” I warned. “I don’t know how I would have lived with myself if I hadn’t become Nightstruck, and that option isn’t open to you.” Plus going back to my old self was about as appealing as diving into a pool of acid. Why would I put myself through that kind of pain if I didn’t have to?
There was a breathless moment when I almost thought he was really going to do it. There was a pit of cold fire in the middle of my belly. At first, I thought that meant I was afraid, but as the cold heat spread through me and my body began to hum with it, I realized it wasn’t fear; it was fury.
How dare this self- righteous asshole threaten to kill me? He had no right to be angry with me, not when I’d risked my life for him, not when everything I was now was a direct result of trying to protect him and his family. He should be getting down on his goddamn knees and thanking me.
I stared down the muzzle of that gun and found that I wasn’t a bit afraid. I didn’t know the limits of Aleric’s magic, but it seemed possible he’d be able to save me even if I got shot. He hadn’t saved Piper, but then again he hadn’t cared about Piper— and Piper wasn’t the one who’d given him his spark of life.
I took a step toward that window. I’m not sure what I was planning to do. Even without a gun in the mix, I couldn’t have hurt Luke if I tried. He was a big, powerful, athletic guy, and I was no ninja warrior. But the rage in my gut propelled me forward, demanded I take action. Make Luke see what a mistake it was to insult me and be so ungrateful.
Luke pointed the gun at the pavement a few feet to my left and pulled the trigger.
The shot was a shocking boom in the quiet of the night. Chips of pavement flew up, a couple of them pattering against the leg of my jeans. In the window, Luke was panting, his eyes too wide as if he was as surprised as I was. Bob started barking again, as did several other dogs in the neighborhood, but these days no one was about to peek out their windows to see what was happening.
“Don’t come any closer, Becket,” Luke said. There was a grim set to his jaw, and though I had a feeling he’d frightened himself by shooting, he looked ready to do it again if he needed to. “I won’t point at the street next time.”
Rage still pounded in my veins, still urged me to teach Luke the kind of lesson he would never forget. It was a palpable force inside me, and it took all my willpower not to lunge forward and take my chances.
Luckily for me, I still had a scrap of common sense left, and I didn’t want to die. Not when my life was worth living again.
“I hope you and Piper have a nice life together.” I sneered at him, then turned my back and marched briskly away.
“Do you ever miss your past life?” I asked a young Nightstruck named Shelley one night. We were having another impromptu party in the square, and she was trying to teach me how to dance— futilely. I looked like a mannequin undergoing electric shock therapy as I tried to copy her graceful, sinuous moves. But at least I wasn’t self- conscious about it. If someone didn’t like the way I danced, screw them!
Shelley looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “Are you kidding me? My life was shit. What is there to miss?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Weren’t there any people . . . ?” I let the question trail off. I hadn’t met a Nightstruck yet who showed any signs of sentimentality. Piper had seemed to miss me when she’d been Nightstruck— that was why she claimed she was working so hard to get me to join her— but I think she missed me like a child missed its favorite toy. It wasn’t sentiment so much as possessiveness.
“People suck,” Shelley said. “The minute you care about someone, they stab you in the back. It’s so much better and easier not to give a damn.” She grinned at me. “If I could snap my fingers and put you back where you were, would you want me to?”
“No way,” I said with a shudder. I missed Luke, and I didn’t think I was just being a possessive baby, but I didn’t come close to missing him enough to go back to my old life.
“So forget about it and let’s dance!”
I tried to take her advice. I had never admitted it to anyone before, but I actually kind of love to dance. I’m just so bad at it that I was ordinarily too uncomfortable to do it much in public. It felt great not to care what anyone thought, to just let myself do whatever I felt like and not worry if I looked clumsy. Especially once I got a little alcohol in me. I was more careful with my intake this time, enjoying the nice, mild buzz that still left me feeling in control of myself.
What’s not to love about partying all night long? When dawn came along, I was nearly giddy with the joy of dancing, and my last thought was I couldn’t wait for night to fall so I could do it all again.
And we did do it all again, the next night and the night after that. Aleric danced and flirted with me, always trying to get me to drink more than I wanted. When we danced together, his hands were always on me, and my pulse always sped with something other than pure exertion. I kept thinking that any moment now we were going to have ourselves a world- class make- out session. One that might well end with our clothes coming off.
There was no question what my body wanted, and most of my mind was completely on board with that. I was a modern woman, and thanks to being Nightstruck I had no inhibitions. If I wanted to throw myself into Aleric’s arms and start kissing him senseless, there was no reason not to do it. But something kept holding me back. Maybe the same something that kept him from making the first move himself.
So here’s the thing: I spent my every waking hour with Aleric, and he was seriously hot and sexy, but when you came right down to it, I wasn’t sure I really trusted him. The night when he’d taken me “home” before dawn had made it clear how much power Aleric had over me, and just because he didn’t make a habit of exercising that power didn’t mean he wouldn’t. It was by his choice that I had become Nightstruck, and I didn’t think he was spending so much time with me only because he was so into me he couldn’t resist. His constant presence sometimes made him feel more like a stalker or a prison guard than a fun date, and that somewhat lessened his appeal.
Every other Nightstruck I had met obeyed Aleric’s orders without question. I couldn’t help remembering our first night together, when Aleric had sent several Nightstruck straight to their deaths so we could get into the shop where I’d gotten my coat. They’d screamed for help when the shop’s tentacles got hold of them, but they’d nonetheless walked right up and let themselves be taken.
Did Aleric have that same kind of power over me? If he told me to jump off a bridge, would I do it? I felt like I had free will, but maybe that was just an illusion, one Aleric was giving me for his own purposes.
On our third consecutive night of partying in the square, I kept a careful watch on Aleric, waiting for him to be distracted. It happened at least once a night. The Nightstruck all seemed to find Aleric alluring, and whenever a particularly pretty girl came into his orbit, he took notice. Maybe he was trying to make me jealous, but I didn’t think so. The Nightstruck viewpoint was that you could have whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it— and that included people. There would be no such thing as exclusivity, even if I did decide to take another step with Aleric.
It took a couple of hours, but eventually Aleric was properly distracted and I slipped away from the party. I wanted to see if Aleric would let me go or if he would come after me the moment he realized I was missing. I had to know just how much freedom I had.
I went to Luke’s, of course. Where else would I go when everyone else who really mattered to me was either dead or trapped outside the quarantine the government had imposed on the city?
As before, it was Bob who noticed me first. He greeted me with a chorus of barks and snarls and bared teeth, keeping it up until Luke dragged him away and, by the sound of it, shut him into another room.
I was prepared for Luke to greet me at gunpoint this time, but I still felt a little pang when I saw the muzzle of that gun pointed at me. I put my hands up and stood still as Luke took one hand off the gun to open the window.
“I thought I told you to get out of here,” Luke said, putting his second hand back on the gun. He had the shooter’s stance down, and if I didn’t know he’d never held a gun until recently, I’d have thought he was an experienced shooter.
“I’ll go away in a few minutes,” I promised him. “Maybe less than that, depending on how Aleric reacts when he finds I’m gone.” I had no doubt he could find me, just as I had no doubt he would be pissed that I’d slipped away. The question was how pissed, and what would he do about it?
“So you’re hanging out with Aleric these days?” Luke made a face ugly enough to see even in the dim light.
“I don’t have a whole lot of choice. He rarely lets me out of his sight. I don’t know why he’s being so clingy, but every once in a while I need a breath of fresh air. I’m sorry to bother you, but . . . I don’t know where else to go.”
Luke looked perplexed. I knew I wasn’t acting like a typical Nightstruck, and I hoped that would help convince him that I wasn’t like the rest of them. I decided to press my advantage.
“Thanks for taking care of Bob,” I said, giving him a tremulous smile. “And thank your mom for me, too. It’s really nice of her to let him stay when she’s allergic.”
The gun was steadily lowering, though I felt sure he was ready to take aim again at the slightest provocation.
“I didn’t think the Nightstruck were capable of being grateful,” Luke said. “I’ve certainly never heard of one saying thank you for anything.”
“I told you I haven’t changed as much as Piper did. I still feel like me— only better.”
“So do you feel bad about your dad being dead?”
“Yes,” I lied easily. Though in a way it wasn’t that much of a lie. When I thought about my dad— like now, for instance— I felt a mild twinge. Nothing strong enough to call grief, or even sadness, but it was something. Of course being Nightstruck meant I rarely let thoughts of my dad enter my head, and when they did, it was easy to chase them away again. Very different from how it had been before, when unpleasant thoughts had stuck to me like gum in my hair.
“Uh- huh. You sound real torn up about it.”
The gun was pointing at the ground now, so I let my hands lower slowly to my sides. I kept them splayed open and slightly away from my body so Luke could see I wasn’t reaching for a weapon.
“I’m not in unbearable mortal pain anymore,” I said. “Are you really going to tell me that’s a bad thing?”
“Yeah, Becket, I am. When someone you love dies, it’s supposed to hurt. It sucks, but it’s part of being human.”
“So are you sobbing into your pillow every night because Piper’s dead? Assuming you really did love her, which I think you did.”
Luke frowned at me. “She’s not dead. She lost a lot of blood, and it was touch and go for a while, but the doctors say she’s out of the woods now.”
My mouth dropped open, and I stood there staring like a moron. I’d been sure I’d killed her, sure there was no way she could survive when I was forced to run away and leave her bleeding out in the middle of Rittenhouse Square. I waited for a giddy rush of joy and relief, but it didn’t come. I should have been ecstatic to discover I hadn’t actually murdered my best friend in cold blood, and yet I felt nothing but surprise.
“If you could see your face right now,” Luke said, “you’d understand that you’ve changed a lot more than you think.”
Right. Luke had been expecting to see that joy and relief I should have felt, and I hadn’t thought to fake it. It was too late to put on a show now— he’d never believe me. So I was honest with him instead.
“I know I’ve changed,” I admitted. “All I’m saying is that I’m not going to go around killing people just to get my way. I still have a moral compass.” Although that compass no longer pointed toward true north. “Have you seen Piper since . . . ?”
“Since you shot her?” Luke finished for me with a noticeable edge in his voice.
“I shot her because I thought she was going to hurt you and your mom and the rest of your family just to get to me. It was the lesser of two evils.”
“You shot her and left her for dead!”
Call me crazy, but I was detecting some hard feelings here. I suppose it was only natural, but it was also completely unfair. “I was pretty sure I was going to be the one who got killed in the end, but I went after her anyway because it was the only way to protect you and your mom. How about giving me a little credit for risking my life for you?”
Luke shook his head at me. “The real Becket would never ask me to thank her for almost murdering my girlfriend.”
A spike of jealousy came out of nowhere, surprising me. “Don’t you mean ex- girlfriend? Or are you the kind of guy who makes out with your girlfriend’s best friend while you’re still dating?”
I could see from the flare of anger in his eyes that I’d put my foot in it. Nothing like trying to win a guy over by calling him a cheater. Though of course that begged the question of why I was trying to win Luke over. He was out of my reach, and even if I never set a foot wrong and recited beautiful love poetry till I turned blue in the face, he would never be interested in me now.
“If I had any sense,” Luke growled, brandishing the gun once more, “I’d shoot you just like you shot Piper. Maybe that would bring you back to yourself like it did Piper.”
I held up my hands in alarm and took a hasty step backward. “Don’t do it,” I warned. “I don’t know how I would have lived with myself if I hadn’t become Nightstruck, and that option isn’t open to you.” Plus going back to my old self was about as appealing as diving into a pool of acid. Why would I put myself through that kind of pain if I didn’t have to?
There was a breathless moment when I almost thought he was really going to do it. There was a pit of cold fire in the middle of my belly. At first, I thought that meant I was afraid, but as the cold heat spread through me and my body began to hum with it, I realized it wasn’t fear; it was fury.
How dare this self- righteous asshole threaten to kill me? He had no right to be angry with me, not when I’d risked my life for him, not when everything I was now was a direct result of trying to protect him and his family. He should be getting down on his goddamn knees and thanking me.
I stared down the muzzle of that gun and found that I wasn’t a bit afraid. I didn’t know the limits of Aleric’s magic, but it seemed possible he’d be able to save me even if I got shot. He hadn’t saved Piper, but then again he hadn’t cared about Piper— and Piper wasn’t the one who’d given him his spark of life.
I took a step toward that window. I’m not sure what I was planning to do. Even without a gun in the mix, I couldn’t have hurt Luke if I tried. He was a big, powerful, athletic guy, and I was no ninja warrior. But the rage in my gut propelled me forward, demanded I take action. Make Luke see what a mistake it was to insult me and be so ungrateful.
Luke pointed the gun at the pavement a few feet to my left and pulled the trigger.
The shot was a shocking boom in the quiet of the night. Chips of pavement flew up, a couple of them pattering against the leg of my jeans. In the window, Luke was panting, his eyes too wide as if he was as surprised as I was. Bob started barking again, as did several other dogs in the neighborhood, but these days no one was about to peek out their windows to see what was happening.
“Don’t come any closer, Becket,” Luke said. There was a grim set to his jaw, and though I had a feeling he’d frightened himself by shooting, he looked ready to do it again if he needed to. “I won’t point at the street next time.”
Rage still pounded in my veins, still urged me to teach Luke the kind of lesson he would never forget. It was a palpable force inside me, and it took all my willpower not to lunge forward and take my chances.
Luckily for me, I still had a scrap of common sense left, and I didn’t want to die. Not when my life was worth living again.
“I hope you and Piper have a nice life together.” I sneered at him, then turned my back and marched briskly away.
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