Link was staring at the linoleum. I knew that look. It was the same one he had whenever his mom started on one of her tirades, threatening moral damnation if he didn’t bring his grades up or stop reading books she was trying to ban. It was the look that said: Nothing I do is going to make any difference.
“Who’s ‘everyone,’ Rid? Sarafine? Abraham?” He was shaking his head. “Did you go to them after everything they did to you? After they tried to kill us? The way you let John Breed outta the Arclight after what he did to me?”
She stepped in front of him, resting her hands on his chest. “I had to let him out. He gave me power.” Her voice was rising, the sarcastic tone gone. “Don’t you understand? It was the only way I could feel like myself again.”
Link grabbed her wrists and pushed her away. “I’m glad you feel like yourself. Guess I never really knew who you were. I’m the idiot.” He started walking back toward the double doors that led into the gym.
“I did it for us!” Ridley actually looked hurt. “If you can’t see that, then you really are an idiot.”
Link turned around. “For us? Why would you do this to yourself for us?”
“Don’t you get it? We can be together now. We’re the same. I’m not some stupid Mortal girl you’ll get sick of in six months.”
“You think I cared about that?”
She laughed. “You would’ve, trust me. I was nothing.”
“You were something to me.” He looked up at the ceiling, as if the answer to this mess was written on the worn squares.
Ridley closed the distance between them. “Come with me. Tonight. I can’t stay here, but I came back for you.”
As I watched her, I saw Sarafine—the one from the visions. The one who was trying to fight her nature, the Darkness taking hold within her. Maybe Lena’s family was wrong.
Maybe there was still Light in the Dark.
Link leaned his head against hers, their foreheads touching for a second. “I can’t. Not after what they did to my friends, and to you. I can’t be one of them, Rid. I’m not like you—and I don’t want to be.”
She was stunned. You could see it in her eyes, even if they were yellow.
“Rid?”
“Take a good look, Hot Rod. This is the last time you’re ever gonna see me.” She was walking backward, still looking at him.
Then she turned and ran.
A cherry lollipop rolled across the floor.
Link’s voice was so quiet I barely heard him as his hand closed around it.
“Bad or not, you’ll always be my girl.”
After seeing Ridley, Link didn’t care about being a rock god. He was in bad shape, and he wasn’t the only one. Lena had barely said a word since I told her about Ridley. The dance was over for us.
The parking lot was deserted. No one left a Jackson dance this early. The hearse was parked at the far end of the lot, under the broken streetlight. Link was behind us, and Liv and John were walking in front, holding hands. I listened to our shoes against the asphalt as we walked. That’s how I knew John had stopped walking.
“No. Not now,” he whispered.
I followed his eyes, but it was pitch-black and I couldn’t see anything. “What is it?”
“What’s up, man?” Link stepped up next to me, his eyes focused on the hearse. I knew he could see in the dark, like John. “Please tell me that isn’t who I think it is.”
John didn’t move. “It’s Hunting and his Blood Pack.”
Liv tried to find them in the darkness, but it was impossible until Hunting stepped into the pale glow of another streetlight.
She pushed John. “Go! Get back in the Tunnels.” Liv wanted him to rip, dematerialize before Hunting had the chance to do the same.
He shook his head. “I can’t leave you. I won’t.”
“You can rip us out of here.” Liv reached for his hand.
“I can’t take all of you at once.”
“Then go!”
It didn’t matter what Liv said. There was no time.
Hunting leaned against the streetlight, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Two more Incubuses stepped into view. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding out. High school. I never would’ve guessed. You never were that smart.”
John pushed Liv behind him. “How did you find me?”
Hunting laughed. “We can always find you, kid. You’ve got your own personal LoJack. Which makes me wonder how you managed to hide out this long. Wherever you were, you should’ve stayed there.”
Hunting started walking toward us, his lackeys right behind him.
Lena squeezed my hand.
Oh my God. He was safe in the Tunnels. This is all my fault.
It’s Abraham’s fault.
John stood his ground. “I’m not going anywhere with you, Hunting.”
Hunting flicked his cigarette into the darkness. “It’s almost a shame I have to take you back. You’ve got a lot more fight in you when Abraham isn’t messing with your head. Does it feel any different to think for yourself?”
I flashed on John wandering like a zombie through the cave at the Great Barrier. He swore he didn’t remember what happened that night. Was it possible Abraham was controlling him then?
John froze. “What are you talking about?”
“Guess you haven’t been doing much thinking after all. Oh, well. You won’t miss it, then.” Hunting lowered his voice. “You know what I won’t miss? Watching you twitch all the time, like someone’s poking you with a cattle prod.”
John’s hands started to shake. “Shut up!”
I remembered the way John’s body used to jerk all the time. The way his muscles had seemed to seize involuntarily—the way it had gotten worse when he was with Abraham the night of Lena’s Seventeenth Moon. I hadn’t seen it happen once since we found him in Ridley’s room.
Hunting laughed. “Come over here and make me. Or we can skip the part where I beat some sense into you before I take you back.”
Link stepped up next to John. “So, tell me how it works. Is this like a regular fight, or do I need to use some kinda Jedi mind tricks I don’t know about?”
I was stunned. Link was clearly trying to even the odds. John looked as surprised as the rest of us. “I got this one. But thanks.”
“What are you—” Link never had a chance to finish.
John threw his hands out in front of him, the way Lena did when she was using her powers to tear up the ground or bring on torrential rain.
Or hurricane-force winds.
John was using Lena’s powers—the ones he absorbed the last time he touched her.
The wind picked up so fast that it knocked Hunting off his feet. The other two Incubuses were thrown backward, skidding across the parking lot at a speed that would result in serious asphalt burn. But Hunting ripped before the full force of the wind caught him.
He started to materialize a few feet away, but the wind pulled him back again.
“He’s still coming!” Liv screamed. She was right.
Lena pushed past me.
I have to help John. He can’t do it alone.
She threw her own hands forward, her palms facing Hunting. Lena’s powers were stronger than ever. And as unpredictable.
Rain poured from the sky as the clouds broke open.
No! Not now!
The rain hammered down on us—and the wind, which was dying down fast.
Hunting was dry, the rain running off his jacket in rivulets. “Nice trick, kid. It’s a shame Sarafine’s daughter destroyed the Order. If her powers weren’t so screwed up, you might’ve been able to save your ass.”
I heard a dog barking and caught a glimpse of Boo Radley running around the side of one of the cars.
Macon was behind him, rain running down his face. “As luck would have it, mine seem to be developing in quite an interesting manner.”
Hunting was as shocked to see Macon as the rest of us, but he did a good job hiding it. He lit another cigarette, despite the rain. “You mean after I killed you? It’ll be a pleasure to do it again.”