Read ‘The Vicious Circle’ by Katherine St. John Novel Excerpt

The creator of can’t-put-them-down thrillers The Lion’s Den and The Siren is again subsequent month with a brand new ebook that may simply be her most goosebump-inducing but. Earlier than The Vicious Circle comes out September 27, dive into this prolonged excerpt and put together to be obsessed.

First, although, some background

29-year-old Sveta Bentzen’s life is a large number. Along with her modeling profession and engagement to her longtime boyfriend each in bother, she’s sleeping on a good friend’s sofa, when she will get surprising information. Her estranged uncle Paul, a well-known self-help guru (christened Shiva by his ardent followers), has mysteriously died. Much more surprising: He’s left his total property to not his spouse Kali, who runs Xanadu, his retreat heart in Mexico, however to Sveta. And the legal professional in command of the property is none aside from Lucas Baranquilla, Sveta’s former flame who ghosted her years in the past. Lucas insists on accompanying Sveta to her uncle’s funeral at Xanadu, worrying that Kali will contest the desire and battle to be named Paul’s rightful inheritor. This chapter takes place shortly after Lucas and Sveta arrive on the retreat heart, which looks like a secluded paradise…at first. However it’s not lengthy earlier than the facade wears skinny and sinister forces grow to be obvious, beginning with the ceremonial burning of Paul’s funeral pyre, after which his devoted disciples collect for a memorial dinner underneath Kali’s watchful eye.

Kali’s face is radiant within the plentiful candlelight, enhanced by the wreath of white flowers in her hair. She stands on the head of our desk within the entrance of the eating room, flanked on one facet by Aguilar, Rex, Ruby, and me, and on the opposite by Hikari, Lucas, Blaze, and the freckled brunette who was enjoying the bronze bowl within the meditation chamber earlier. The remainder of the group is scattered amongst wooden tables of about 12 every, adorned with vivid jungle flowers and lit by candles in mason jars, whereas crystal chandeliers burn softly overhead.

“Shiva achieved a lot whereas bodied,” Kali says. “However I do know his biggest pleasure was the Mandala and what we have now created right here at Xanadu. He liked every of you want he liked himself, and he’ll all the time be inside you. He’s not gone; he has merely shed his human kind.”

She raises her gold-leafed teacup and everybody follows swimsuit, as they did within the meditation studio. “Could his mild shine from inside every of us.”

The earthy, heat liquid coats my tongue, a extra medicinal than natural style.

“On his final day, Shiva known as me to him and informed me the time had come for me to guide, and I humbly accepted his cost,” Kali goes on.

I can’t assist however surprise: If he requested her to guide, why didn’t he’ll her the Mandala? Why give it to me? It’s incongruous. Her piercing gaze lands on me, and for a second, I’m possessed by the absurd worry that she will be able to learn my thoughts as she continues, “I vow to channel his spirit and proceed his work right here. Namaste.”

“Namaste,” everybody replies in sync.

Instantly the sound of plates and utensils clattering fills the banquet corridor as everybody hundreds their plates with the falafel, chickpea za’atar, zucchini fritters, rice, roasted inexperienced beans, and grilled purple peppers that line the facilities of the tables.

Scanning the warmly lit room, I discover that whereas ethnically various, many of the group are on the youthful finish of the spectrum, though there are a handful who seem older. There appears to be a fair ratio of women and men, and I’m as soon as once more struck by how engaging everyone seems to be—and the way properly groomed, for residing in the midst of a jungle. They’re all match, their pores and skin glowing, their nails clear and manicured—and whereas I do discover the odd cautious look in my path, every time, it’s so rapidly changed with a smile that I doubt whether or not I noticed it in any respect.

“How lengthy have you ever guys been residing at Xanadu?” I ask, trying from Blaze to Luna to Ruby, who sits subsequent to me.

“I’ve been right here about 4 years,” Ruby solutions.

“Me too,” Luna chimes in.

“However Blaze has been right here longer than any of us,” Ruby provides.

“Eight for me,” Blaze confirms. “I met Shiva when he employed me as contractor for the California Mandala Middle exterior of Sonoma—man, 12, 13 years in the past? I helped him discover this place. It was run-down and overgrown, however we each fell in love with it, and he acquired it for a steal due to its historical past. I used to be the primary to dwell down right here as a result of I oversaw the transform with an area crew.”

“I visited the California heart a number of occasions with my dad,” Lucas says. “It’s a spa now, proper?”

Blaze nods. “The Golden Bell.”

“Does everybody from California dwell right here now?” I ask.

“No,” Ruby says. “The California place was greater and run extra like a standard retreat heart. We had been all the time instructing seminars, and there have been much more individuals out and in. Xanadu was constructed as a live-in heart for christened members of the Mandala, the place we may dwell like a household.”

“Christened members?” I ask.

“It means you’ve cycled via the Wheel and gotten your Mandala identify,” Luna pipes up.

“The Wheel is the coaching and improvement program,” Ruby clarifies. “The courses are all coloration coded and linked to the chakras, which is why it’s known as the Wheel. It’s important to full the Crown Chakra degree to be christened together with your Mandala identify.”

“Ah,” I say, exchanging a look with Lucas. “I believe I noticed a pamphlet for that in my room earlier.”

“Did you?” Ruby asks, stunned.

“It was from 2017,” Lucas provides.

She nods. “That was the final 12 months we did in-person courses. As soon as we moved down right here, every part went on-line.”

Because the night progresses, I really feel a lightening sensation in my physique much like what I felt in the course of the chanting session, like a heat inner glow. The persons are all pleasant, and I take pleasure in listening to their tales about my uncle and answering their questions on what he was like after I was a baby. I might usually be suspicious of such unanimous veneration, particularly from a spiritual—or as they name themselves, sacred—group, however the peace they’ve discovered right here appears so real that they have to be doing one thing proper.

Regardless, by the point Kali invitations us into the lounge for music after dinner, I’m so overtired that I try to beg off. Luna, nevertheless, can have none of it. “It’s important to come,” she insists, looping her arm via mine, her olive-green eyes critical. “Only for a bit. I promise it’ll be enjoyable.”

I acquiesce, permitting myself to be carried with the stream into the sunken lounge, which, like the remainder of the villa, is embellished in a vaguely Moroccan type, though the colour scheme is lighter. A grand piano stands close to the doorway, and the arched French doorways alongside the again wall are flung open to the thrumming live performance of bugs and animals exterior, invisible within the huge darkness past the globe lights strung over the pool deck. Brass pendants dangle from the hovering ceiling, casting mosaic shadows throughout the cream trellis rug and low-slung couches, organized in a roughly round configuration.

Kali settles into the nook of one of many ivory couches towards a pale gold cushion and the group fills in round her, reclining on pillows and draping themselves throughout the furnishings, all jockeying to be nearer to her. One woman palms her a cup of tea whereas one other rubs her shoulders. Luna crops the 2 of us on a love seat, and Lucas sits on the ground close by. Somebody takes up the bongos and begins tapping a rhythm that will get heads nodding, and earlier than lengthy, Rex is strumming a guitar, his sq. jaw outlined within the flickering candlelight.

I should have pushed via excessive exhaustion into delirium, as a result of I really feel a surge of power because the music heats up, and earlier than lengthy, I’m smacking a tambourine with the most effective of them. It’s all a bit surreal, as if I’ve stumbled right into a scarcely credible scene from a film, and I discover myself questioning if I shouldn’t postpone my flight and keep a number of extra days.

Exterior I hear a peal of laughter accompanied by a splash within the pool. Somebody begins plucking the opening notes of “Blackbird,” and I flip to see Lucas on the ground with one of many guitars, his eyes closed as he strums it with practiced fingers whereas a fairly woman with cascading darkish locks performs together with his hair. She appears to be like vaguely acquainted, and I briefly ponder whether she was an actress in her prior life.

It as soon as once more strikes me how comfy he appears in his personal pores and skin, enjoying for a gaggle of strangers, his sonorous voice rising and falling with the music. He opens his eyes and earlier than I can look away, his gaze locks on mine. Caught red-handed, I really feel the warmth creep into my cheeks, however he doesn’t flinch, learning me unhurriedly as he continues to play.

I shift my gaze to Kali, reposed on the sofa whereas Aguilar offers her a sensuous foot therapeutic massage. She, additionally, has her grey eyes mounted on Lucas, watching him with an expression I can’t fairly learn. Is it want I see flickering throughout her flawless face, or mistrust? She should really feel me her as a result of she turns her head ever so barely to satisfy my eye, her faint smile enigmatic, her stare so sharp, it stings. Overlaying my unease, I recast my gaze to Ruby, reclining in Rex’s lap, his hand beneath her gown, stroking her breast.

I believe it’s about time for me to go to mattress.

I rise from the love seat with a faux yawn and make my manner via the candlelit room towards the lobby.

My limbs appear to develop softer as I climb the steps and transfer down the darkish hallway via the weak rectangles of sunshine that shine from every open doorway. By the point I attain my very own darkened room, I’m so sapped, it’s all I can do to tug myself into the toilet in hopes of discovering some option to brush my tooth. To my amazement, there on the marble counter is my toothbrush, subsequent to what I determine is Lucas’s. Too glad to query it, I brush with the charcoal toothpaste I discover within the drawer and wash my face with the lavender-scented face scrub sitting beside the sink. Via the door to the adjoining bed room, I hear the motion and unmistakable muffled groans of a pair within the throes of ardour.

Stifling a smile, I tiptoe from the toilet to my mattress, the place I flip on the small bedside lamp. Within the gentle mild, I see a folded yellow observe card on my pillow. I open it and browse the message scrawled in black ink, in all capital letters:


I drop the observe card onto the mattress as if it’s on hearth and spin round, anticipating to see some malevolent drive behind me. However there may be none. Coronary heart thumping, I transfer quietly to the door and peek into the hallway, but it surely’s abandoned, the one sounds these of the couple subsequent door.

I sit on my mattress with the observe in my hand, keen my coronary heart to sluggish. Who would need me to go residence? Regardless, I’ve no plans to remain; my flight is tomorrow, which solely makes the observe stranger. Why scare me like that?

I hear footsteps within the hallway and burrow into mattress in my gown, pulling the covers up over my head like a toddler afraid of the darkish.

Via a spot within the sheets I see Lucas are available in, making an attempt unsuccessfully to be quiet.

I throw again the covers and sit up, quietly beckoning to him. He lowers himself onto my mattress, and I thrust the observe into his palms. “This was on my pillow.”

He swallows as he reads the cardboard, his mouth in a tough line. “Okay. No large deal.” His phrases are calming, however I can inform he’s as unsettled by it as I’m. “It’s most likely nothing. We’re out of right here tomorrow.” He locations a chilled hand on my again. “Breathe.”

I do as instructed, but it surely doesn’t actually assist.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

“Thanks.” I give him a weak smile. “Why are you up right here with me, anyway? I seen you made a good friend down there.”

He disregards my query, rising to his toes. “I’m gonna brush my tooth. You’ll be okay right here whereas I’m gone? I can depart the door open.”

“It’s nice—I’m nice,” I say, feeling silly for mentioning the woman.

I flip off the sunshine and lie down on the mattress as he shuts the toilet door behind him.


Oh, I would like nothing extra.

I hear the toilet door open, bringing me again to this unusual villa within the deepest jungle. As Lucas settles into the mattress throughout from mine, a feminine moan of delight filters via the wall. The banging of the headboard subsequent door morphs into the sound of drums as I drift off to desires of Kali prowling via the villa within the physique of a jaguar whereas breathless strangers ravage me at nighttime.

woman in jungle


Day Two

A horrible, guttural howling awakens me. Unnerved, I sit as much as see Lucas standing on the window shirtless in rumpled linen pants, holding apart the gauzy curtains.

“What’s occurring?” I blurt.

“Howler monkeys,” he says, scanning the misty bushes. “One of many loudest animals on this planet, however they’re solely about fifteen kilos.”

“They sound offended,” I remark, rubbing my eyes. “Do you see them?”

He shakes his head, squinting out on the dreary morning. “It’s fairly foggy, although. They dwell within the cover and their howls can carry for miles, so that they could possibly be anyplace.”

I discover neatly folded piles of burnt-orange linen garments on the finish of every of our beds. “I assume that’s what we’re presupposed to put on immediately,” I say.

He unfolds his, that are related in type to scrubs. “Slightly creepy somebody was in right here whereas we had been sleeping.”

I choose mine up—drawstring shorts and a sleeveless tunic. “No less than they’re clear,” I say. Within the house between the yowls I could make out the sunshine tapping of rain on the roof. I yawn. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. I heard individuals leaving about an hour in the past, simply earlier than dawn.”

“Any person stated one thing final evening about dawn meditation,” I say, remembering. “Guess we missed that.”

My head is hazy, the reminiscence of final evening a mirage shimmering within the distance. My gaze lands on the notecard on the bedside desk, and a jolt of unease shoots via me.

He sits on the sting of my mattress, reducing his voice. “Did you discover something . . . unusual final evening?”

“Moreover the threatening observe on my pillow?”

“I imply did you are feeling something—out of the peculiar?”

I attempt to keep in mind specifics, however the fog in my mind is as thick because the one exterior. “I felt fairly good, really, all issues thought of.”

He nods. “Me, too. Too good. And this morning every part’s actually fuzzy.”

“However we didn’t even drink,” I say. “Or something. It was a stone-cold-sober night.”

“Did you are feeling sober? As a result of I certain didn’t. And I used to be positively catching a vibe by the point I got here upstairs.”

“What sort of vibe?” I ask, remembering Rex’s hand beneath Ruby’s gown, the moans of delight penetrating the partitions.

He ranges his stare upon me, confirming we’re considering of the identical definition of vibe.

“Proper.” I recall my near-religious expertise in the course of the chanting, the feeling of levity. “Are you saying you assume they drugged us?”

He shrugs. “That tea we toasted with was fairly rank.”

I can nearly style the thick medicinal taste now. “I imply, I do know some religious traditions use natural drugs of their ceremonies . . . however certainly they’d say one thing?”

“Kali isn’t . . . she doesn’t strike me as the kind of particular person to emphasize about knowledgeable consent.”

Whatever the implications of that, I’m glad there could be a cause for the attraction I felt towards him final evening.

He stands and stretches. “Excellent news is, we’re out of right here in a matter of hours. I simply have to have a dialog with Kali in regards to the contents of the desire—which you’ll be able to be current for or not, it’s as much as you—then our boat pickup is at midday, to get us again to the airport in time for our 4 p.m. flight.”

I nod, remembering my inclination to remain. This morning it looks like a foolish notion, particularly in mild of the warning observe and what Lucas has simply urged.

“What?” he asks, watching me.

I throw again the covers and swing my toes right down to the ground. “I wish to be there while you discuss to her in regards to the will,” I say. “Easy issues over, you already know. Be sure that she’s okay with it.”

I seize my orange linen and begin for the toilet. “Sveta . . .” I flip as he approaches, his voice barely audible, his face instantly useless critical. “It’s important to be ready that she might battle the desire. Not simply the company holdings, however all of it.”

“I do know.”

“However it’s my job to guard Paul’s needs,” he says darkly, “which had been that it is best to inherit the property.”

“Ought to I, although?” I ask. “Certain, the cash sounds nice, however I do know nothing about his enterprise or this group, and . . . I simply don’t perceive why he would give it to me. I imply, we had been shut after I was younger, however I’d seen him one time since I used to be eleven.”

“I do know, however . . .” He bites his lip, reluctant to say no matter’s on the tip of his tongue.


He attracts me to him, his breath sizzling on my ear, his chest so shut I can scent his pores and skin. “He didn’t belief Kali anymore.”

I lookup at him, thrown.

“He informed me he wished to close Xanadu down,” he confides.

“And also you didn’t assume that was one thing it is best to share with me?” I demand, pulling away. “You promised me you weren’t withholding data. That you simply’d informed me all there was to inform.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t wish to freak you out.”

“You lied to me.” I stare daggers at him. “When did he let you know this? Did you see him?”

He shakes his head. “It was over the telephone . . . per week in the past, or so.”

“What else did he say? And don’t depart issues out. I would like all of it.”

He sighs. “He wished to make certain that if something had been to occur to him earlier than he was in a position to shut it down, I might guarantee it was closed.”

“What the hell, Lucas?” I wish to punch him. “It’s best to have informed me that from the get-go.”

Realizing my quantity is rising with my anger, I decrease my voice. “Why the hell did you convey me down right here should you knew he didn’t belief her?”

“I wished to see it for myself,” he admits. “To see what we had been up towards and determine one of the best ways to shut it.”

“And also you couldn’t come down right here with out the excuse of escorting me.” I slim my eyes at him. “You used me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I ought to have recognized higher than to belief you.”

I spin on my heel, slamming the toilet door behind me.


However I don’t reply, my palms shaking with anger as I alter garments. He lied to me, the asshole. It’s my fault, although, blindly trusting a man who’d already burned me as soon as. I by no means ought to have believed a single phrase he stated. My head spins with questions, every main to a different. Can I consider him now? Or is he making an attempt to govern me into turning towards Kali? And if he’s, then why?

The Vicious Circle, by Katherine St. John, can be launched on September 27, 2023. To preorder the ebook, click on on the retailer of your selection:

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Tailored from The Vicious Circle by Katherine St. John, revealed by William Morrow. Copyright © 2022 by Katherine St. John. Reprinted courtesy of HarperCollinsPublishers.

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