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“She’d like it, too. She would have you jumping off a cliff in no time.” I scanned the room.
There was no sign of Lena. The more I looked around, the more I was grateful for the darkness. The booths were filling up with couples, drinking and making out, while the dance floor was packed with girls, spinning and turning like they were weaving some kind of web. Seventeen Moons wasn’t playing anymore, if it was ever playing at all. Now the music was harder, more intense, a Caster version of Nine Inch Nails. The girls were all dressed differently, one in a medieval gown, another in skintight leather. Then there were the Ridleys—girls in miniskirts and black tank tops, with red, blue, or violet streaks in their hair, sliding around one another, spinning a different kind of web. Maybe they were all Sirens. I couldn’t tell. But they were all beautiful, and they all had some version of Ridley’s dark tattoo.
“Let’s check in the back.” I let Link go ahead so Liv could walk between us. Even though she was checking out every corner of the club as if she wanted to remember it all, I knew she was nervous. This was no place for a Mortal girl, or a Mortal guy, and I felt responsible for dragging Link and Liv into this. We kept close to the wall, circling the perimeter. But it was crowded, and I felt my shoulder bump against someone. Someone with a body.
“Sorry.” I said instinctively.
“No problem.” The guy stopped, noticing Liv. “Quite the opposite.” He winked at her. “You lost?” He smiled, his shiny black eyes gleaming in the darkness. She froze. The red liquid swirled in his glass as he leaned closer.
Liv cleared her throat. “No. I’m fine, thanks. Just looking for a friend.”
“I’ll be your friend.” He smiled. His white teeth were unnaturally bright in the dim light of the club.
“A… different sort of friend, I’m afraid.” I could see Liv’s hand shaking where it held the strap of her knapsack.
“If you find her, I’ll be ove
r here.” He turned back to the bar, where Incubuses were lined up to refill their glasses with red liquid from a strange glass tap. I tried not to think about it.
Link pulled us against one of the velvet curtains on the wall. “I’m startin’ to get the feelin’ this was a bad idea.”
“When did you come to this brilliant conclusion?” Liv’s sarcasm was lost on Link.
“I don’t know, right about the time I saw that dude’s drink. Which I’m guessin’ wasn’t punch.” Link glanced around the room. “How do we even know if they’re here, man?”
“They’re here.” Lena had to be here. I was about to tell Link about how I’d heard the song and could sense she was here, when a stripe of pink and blond hair spun onto the dance floor.
Ridley.
When she saw us, she stopped spinning, and I could see across the dance floor behind her. John Breed was dancing with a girl, her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands resting on her hips. Their bodies were pressed against each other, and they seemed to be in their own world. At least, that’s how it felt when my hands were resting on those hips. My hands balled into fists, and my stomach lurched. I knew it was her even before I saw the black curls.
Lena—
Ethan?
6.15
Vexed
It’s not what you think.
What do I think?
She pushed John away as I crossed the dance floor. He turned around, his eyes black and menacing. Then he smiled to let me know I wasn’t a threat. He knew I was no match for him physically, and after seeing him and Lena on the dance floor together, I bet he didn’t consider me any other kind of threat anymore.
What did I think?
I knew I was in the moment before the thing happens—the thing that changes your life forever. It was like time stopped, even though everything around me was still moving. The thing I had dreaded for months was actually happening. Lena was slipping through my fingers. And it wasn’t because of her birthday, or her mother and Hunting, or any curse or Cast or attack.
It was another guy.
Ethan! You have to go.
I’m not going anywhere.
Ridley stepped in front of me, the dancers swelling around us. “Slow down, Boyfriend. I knew you had guts, but this is crazy.” She sounded concerned, like she actually gave a crap about what happened to me. It was a lie, like everything else about her.
“Get out of my way, Ridley.”
