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Authors: Kami Garcia,Margaret Stohl

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By the time Ridley caught up to the Beater, Link was parked at the BP gas station on the edge of town and leaning on the hood.

Rid honked and rolled down her window, reaching into her ashtray to hold up the torn corner of his old
Star Wars
poster. “You forgot something.”

Link grinned, taking the scrap of poster from her. “I think you gave my mother a heart attack.”

“Just wanted to give her a little something to remember me by. She’s really starting to warm up to me.” Ridley smiled, pulling down her sun visor to gloss her red lips in its mirror.

“Think you overshot a little? My mom will probably be having nightmares for the next three months.”

“Only three? You sure know how to hurt a girl, Hot Rod.” She pursed her lips. Link just stared.

Bandage dress, two. Wesley Lincoln, zero.

“Speaking of good-bye, you think your mom bought it?” She looked at Link.

“Yeah, she bought it.” Link grinned. “Hook, line, and Redeemer. I’m a free man.” He had been planning his escape for months. Everything, even the fake acceptance letter from the fake church college, had been gone over a thousand times. Link’s practice at forging notes in high school had finally paid off.

Enough. It’s time.
Rid snapped her mirror shut. “And what was that handshake about? Did you really think your mom would believe we were just friends?”

“Why not? Aren’t we?” Link leaned back over the edge of the car.

Ridley turned off the motor. “That all depends.” She pushed open her car door, shoving Link backward as it swung away from her. Then she sauntered around the car and untied her scarf, slowly dropping it on the backseat.

It’s like dancing sometimes. Even if only one of you can hear the music.

“Where are you goin’?” Link watched her, suspicious.

Ridley didn’t answer. She just bent over to pop open the trunk of the car, pausing to make sure Link caught the view. Tight dress. Thigh-high boots. Just the way Heaven intended her to look.

One.

Two.

Three.

Now.

Ridley pulled out three identical Louis Vuitton bags and handed them to Link, one after another. From the look on his face, she could tell he’d caught the view, all right.

She’d closed the deal. Now all that was left was to break the news to the boy.

Rid walked up to the gas station attendant and handed him her keys. “My car goes back in the carriage house at Ravenwood Manor. Park it as far away from my Uncle Macon’s hearse as possible. My cousin drives that thing like a maniac.” She grabbed his hand. “And I was never here.”

Rid didn’t even need a lollipop anymore, not for most folks in Gatlin. She had a reputation, which was even more powerful. The attendant swallowed and nodded. He took the keys and disappeared back into the garage.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” Link stared at Rid. “You’re comin’ to New York with me?”

“Well, I’m sure as hell not going to Georgia Redeemer with you.”

Link tried not to smile. “You’re serious?”

Surprisingly, Ridley found she had to try just as hard. “As the grave.”

He took a deep breath. “You and me?”

“You see another Siren standing here?” She took a steadying breath herself. “Or you got a problem with that?”

Ridley knew there were a lot of things Link could have said at that moment. He could’ve asked Rid about her change of heart. He could’ve pointed out how she had given John hell for following Liv to England. He could’ve cited their endless non-fight, their big breakup.

Breakups.

But Link didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he gave her a smile as wide as the Mississippi River.

“Well,” Link said.

“Yep,” Rid said.

“I guess we should—”

“Right.”

It only took about ten seconds for Link to awkwardly help Rid cram her three monogrammed bags into the back of the Beater.

“That’s all you brought?” Link seemed shocked.

“That’s just my underwear. One thing I know about the big city, Shrinky Dink, is where to shop.”

Well, I’ll be shopping. You’ll be doing what I need you to do.

That was the plan, anyway. Even if she couldn’t tell Link about it. Ridley felt a pang of guilt, but she pushed it away as quickly as it came.

Whatever. I’ll think about that later.

By the time they were back in the Beater, the awkwardness had passed, and all they were left with was the scandalous thrill of having pulled it off.

Ridley settled into the seat next to Link.

He turned up the music, pulling her close. “I’ve been waitin’ to do this since last night.” He leaned in for a kiss, and she felt an unexpected burst of happiness.

God. I really did miss him, after all. Him, and this.

“Your wait is over, darlin’.” She kissed him back, climbing halfway onto his lap in the process. It was going to be a long drive, and she figured she might as well get comfortable.

Link couldn’t stop smiling, kissing aside. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Couldn’t do it to you.” She kissed him again.

He pulled away for a second, grinning at her. “Church college my ass.”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl, Wesley Lincoln. Think you can redeem me?”

His answer was lost on his tongue.

Or maybe hers.

 
CHAPTER 6 

Welcome to the Jungle

T
he good-byes were over. By the time John and Liv had boarded their plane for Heathrow and Ethan and Lena were headed for the Massachusetts Turnpike, Link and Ridley were on the way to New York City—the one-and-only setting of Link’s one-and-only dream. It had been a long time coming.

“Remember last time we were in New York City?” Link stole a sideways glance at her.

“You mean the time you pretended to be at church camp?”

“Best band camp ever. Sneakin’ into clubs in the East Village. Crashin’ at youth hostels and YMCAs. Sleepin’ in the Beater.” He patted the dashboard.

“How could I forget.” Ridley smiled. It had been an entirely magical hallucination, laced with powerful Siren mojo.

“Makin’ it in New York, Rid. That’s right up there with signin’ a record label or performin’ at the VMAs.”

“Slow down, Hot Rod. Maybe first you can just try to find a new band.”
And I know just where to start looking
, Ridley thought.

Link was thinking bigger. “Who knows? This could be the first chapter in my autobiography.
Rock On: The Making of a Carolina Icon
.” He said it like he hadn’t already told her a thousand times.

Ridley smiled. “And with any luck, maybe you can get your mother to ban your own book from the Stonewall Jackson High School Library.”

Link laughed, settling in behind the wheel. “A guy can dream.” He turned up the music.

Ridley shook her head. At least it wasn’t going to be called Meatstik, the name of his last band. And she had thought the Holy Rollers were bad. The Holy Rollers were the Rolling Stones compared to Meatstik, which was probably the reason that Link hadn’t been able to convince any of the members of his band to come with him to New York. Grable Honeycutt was going full-time at the Summerville Suds-It-Up, and Daryl Homer was just Daryl Homer. He’d probably still be sitting on his mother’s couch this time next year, unless his mother sold it out from under him the way she’d threatened.

“My money’s on Daryl,” Link had said when the band first announced they were breaking up, right before graduation. “Plus, who wants a gold velvet sofa smellin’ like a Homer’s butt?”

It wasn’t like any of them were leaving a great career behind. “(You’re My) Mystery Meat” and “(Feels Like I’m Chewin’ On) Indigestible Gristle,” Meatstik’s two most requested songs at the Summerville Community Center dances, showcased some of the worst lyrics Link had ever written, in Ridley’s opinion. (
“Butcher my heart, fillet my soul, and when I bleed, sop it up with your roll.”
) Actually, the very worst. And that was saying something, considering that Rid had sat through more Holy Rollers concerts than anyone.

“Now that the band’s broken up, maybe you should try writing about something other than meat,” she’d said.

“But meat’s what I miss the most,” Link had sighed. “Now that I’m not eating. And now that we’re together again.” Then he’d winked at her. “Our love is rare, medium rare.”

“Don’t you dare quote Meatstik to me.”

Ridley didn’t push it. Now wasn’t the time to be hurting Link’s feelings, especially not when she knew what was coming. Sooner or later, she’d have to tell him that this trip wasn’t about dreams. Not anymore. It was about TFPs—talents, favors, and powers. In particular, the favors she’d lost in a card game called Liar’s Trade at the club called Suffer. She was still too humiliated to admit the truth to anyone—and too afraid.

She owed a debt to Lennox Gates, who was more than just a powerful Dark Caster club owner. If Link didn’t go to New York, he would be giving up more than his dream. He would be getting Ridley into a mess of trouble even she couldn’t escape. Or, depending on how you looked at it, delivering her into the hot mess of trouble she’d just gotten herself into.

Maybe I should tell him to turn around now. I already gambled Link’s future away
, she thought, with a pang of guilt.
It’s too late to worry about mine.
But she shook it off, as quickly as it came. She couldn’t do what she needed to do if she let stupid feelings get in the way.

I’m doing him a favor. I need to deliver a drummer to Lennox to settle this first marker, and Link is going to New York to be a drummer. Is there anything so wrong with doing us both a favor? And that band, what were they called? Devil’s Horsemen? Hangmen? They weren’t really all that bad, were they?

There have to be worse things in the world than spending a year with a few Caster rockers with a solid in to good gigs.

In fact, Ridley knew there were. It was the other thing she’d lost that night—the one she couldn’t even begin to let herself think about. The part where she owed not just a drummer but a second marker, a house marker, which meant it was up to the house to decide when to cash it in, and for what.

In other words, Lennox Gates owned the house and the club, so he owned her marker. In other words, he owned her until a year from the day she lost the game.

She owed him one favor. Or worse—a talent, maybe even a power.

No limits.

Anything he asked.

He could make her step off the top of the world’s tallest building if he decided to. Drown herself in Lake Moultrie. Shut herself in an Arclight.

In fact, Lennox Gates could make Ridley do anything she’d ever made anyone else do, using her own Power of Persuasion. He could collect whenever he wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Ridley could still see him gloating, that night at Suffer.

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