Link must have gotten here first, except I didn’t see the Beater. “I think Link’s in there.”
“I don’t care. Ridley has a lot of explaining to do.” Lena was halfway up the staircase when I crossed the threshold. I sensed the change immediately—the air itself felt different. Lighter, somehow. I looked back at Liv.
Her expression looked the way I felt. Confused. Disoriented. “Ethan, does something feel weird to you?”
“Yeah—”
“It’s the Furor,” Liv said. “It’s broken. The magic can’t pass the Bindings.”
“Ridley! Where are you?” Lena was steps from her cousin’s door. When she reached it, she threw open the door without knocking. She didn’t seem to care if Link was in there or not. But it didn’t matter.
The guy in Ridley’s room wasn’t Link.
10.18
Hostage
What the hell?” I heard his voice before I saw him. Because he probably wasn’t expecting to see me in Ridley’s room any more than I was expecting to find him here.
John Breed was sprawled out on Ridley’s pink shag carpet, with a video-game controller in one hand and a bag of Doritos in the other.
“John?” Lena was as surprised as I was. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“John Breed? Here? It’s not possible.” Liv was shocked.
John dropped the bag and jumped to his feet. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
I stepped in front of Lena and Liv protectively. “I know I’m disappointed.”
Lena didn’t need protecting. She pushed past me. “How dare you come into my house after everything you did? You pretended to be my friend, when all you wanted to do was take me to Abraham.” Thunder rumbled outside. “Every word you said to me was a lie!”
“That’s not true. I didn’t know what they were gonna do. Bring me the Bible. The Book of Moons, whatever you want. I’ll swear on it.”
“We can’t do that. Since Abraham has it.” I was pissed off, and I didn’t want to listen to John play dumb. It was a new tactic, and I was still trying to adjust to the fact that he was hanging out in Ridley’s bedroom eating Doritos.
Lena wasn’t finished. “If that wasn’t bad enough, you turned Link into—you.” Lena’s hair was curling, and I hoped the room wasn’t about to catch fire.
“I couldn’t help it. Abraham can make me do things.” John was pacing. “I—I can’t even remember most of what happened that night.”
I crossed the room, until I was standing right in front of him. I didn’t care if he could kill me. “Do you remember dragging Lena up to that altar and tying her down? Do you remember that part?”
John stopped pacing and stared at me, his green eyes searching mine. When he spoke, I could barely hear him. “No.”
I hated him. The memory of his hands on Lena—of almost losing her that night. But he looked like he was telling the truth.
John dropped down on the bed. “I black out sometimes. It’s been that way since I was a kid. Abraham says it’s because I’m different, but I don’t believe him.”
“Are you saying you think he has something to do with it?” Liv pulled out her red notebook.
John shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Lena looked at me.
What if he’s telling the truth?
What if he’s not?
“None of that explains why you’re in Ridley’s bedroom,” Lena said. “Or how you got into Ravenwood.”
John stood up and walked over to the window. “Why don’t you ask that manipulative cousin of yours?” He sounded pissed off for a guy who had just been caught breaking and entering.
Lena’s expression darkened. “What does Ridley have to do with this?”
John shook his head, kicking a pile of dirty clothes. “I don’t know. How about everything? She’s the one who trapped me here.”
I don’t know if it was the way he said it, or because we were talking about Ridley, but part of me believed him. “Back up. What do you mean, she trapped you?”
He shook his head. “Technically, she trapped me twice. First in the Arclight, and then in here, when she let me out.”
“Let you out?” Lena looked stunned. “But we buried the Arclight—”
“And your cousin dug it up and brought it here. She released me, and I’ve been stuck in this house ever since. This place is Bound so tight, I can’t get any farther than the kitchen.”
The Bindings. It wasn’t keeping something out of Ravenwood; it was keeping someone in. Just like I thought.
“When did she let you out?”
“Sometime in August, I guess.”
I remembered the day Lena and I came in here to go down into the Tunnels—the rip I thought I’d heard.
“August? You’ve been in here for two months?” Lena was losing it. “You’re the one who’s been helping Ridley. That’s how she’s Casting!”
John laughed, but it sounded like bitterness more than anything. “Helping her? Thanks to your uncle’s library, she’s been using me as her own personal genie. Consider this dump my bottle.”
“But how did she keep Macon from finding you?” Liv was writing down every word.
“An Occultatio, a Concealment Cast. Of course, she made me do it.” He banged the wall with his fist, revealing the black tattoo that snaked its way around his upper arm. Another reminder that he was Dark, no matter what color his eyes were. “Lena’s uncle has a book about almost everything—except how to get out of this place.”
I didn’t want to listen to him complain about the way he’d been treated. I’d hated John since the first time I saw him last spring, and now he had shown up to ruin our lives again. I looked over at Lena, whose face was unreadable, her thoughts closed off.
Was this the way she felt about Liv?
Except Liv hadn’t tried to kidnap my girlfriend and lead most of my friends to their deaths. “That’s funny, because I’ve got a few bottles hanging on a tree in my front yard, and I’d love to stuff you into one of them,” I said.
John appealed to Lena. “I’m trapped. I can’t get out of here, and your nutbag cousin promised to help me. But she needed me to do a few things for her first.”
He ran his hand through his hair, and I noticed he didn’t look as cool as I remembered. In his wrinkled black T-shirt and five o’clock shadow, he looked like he’d been watching soap operas and eating a lot of Doritos. “Ridley’s not a Siren—she’s an extortionist.”
“But how have you been helping her if you can’t leave Ravenwood?” Liv asked. It was a good question. “Have you been teaching her to Cast?”
John laughed. “Are you kidding? I turned cheerleaders into zombies and some party into a rumble. You think Ridley could pull off a Furor? She can barely tie her own shoes as a Mortal. Who do you think has been doing her math homework all year?”
“Not me.” Lena was softening, I could tell, and it was killing me. He was like a painful, nasty infection that wouldn’t go away. “Then how is she Casting, if you didn’t teach her?”
John pointed to the belt around Lena’s waist. “That thing.” He yanked on an empty belt loop, at the top of his jeans. “It acts as a conduit. Ridley wears the belt, and I do the Casting.”
The creepy scorpion belt. No wonder she never took it off. It was her lifeline to the Caster world and John Breed—the only way she could have any power of her own.
Liv shook her head. “I hate to say it, but it all makes sense now.”
It did make sense, but that didn’t change anything for me. People lied. And John Breed was a liar, as far as I was concerned. I turned to Lena. “You don’t actually believe any of this? There’s no way we can trust him.”
Lena looked from Liv to me. “What if he’s telling the truth? He knew about the cheerleaders. And the party. I think I agree with Liv. It all makes sense.”
You two are going to start agreeing now?
Ethan. It was a Cast. A Furor Cast makes people uncontrollably angry.
Sure seemed real to me.
I looked at John, skeptical. “There’s no way to know for sure.”
John sighed. “I’m still in the room, you know.”
Lena glanced at the door. “Well, there is one way.”
Liv looked at her, nodding. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Hello?” John looked at me. “Are they always like this?”
“Yes. No. Shut up.”
Reece was standing in the middle of Ridley’s room, her arms crossed disapprovingly. In her sweater set and pearls, she looked like she had been shipped in from some other, more proper Southern family. She wasn’t happy about being used as a human lie detector, and seemed even more annoyed to see John Breed in her sister’s room. Maybe Reece had some misguided fantasy that Ridley was going to become a Girl Scout like her, now that she was Mortal. But once again, her sister was bringing her down by association. Come to think of it, it was too bad the DAR had the whole bloodline requirement. Reece could have founded her own chapter.
“If you think I’m keeping this a secret, you two are crazier than my sister. This is so over the line.”
Neither one of us wanted a lecture from Reece, but Lena didn’t give up. “We aren’t asking you to keep it a secret. We want to know if he’s telling the truth before we tell Uncle Macon what’s been going on.” Lena was probably hoping John was lying—that Ridley hadn’t been hiding a dangerous Incubus stolen from the grave and channeling his powers.
It wasn’t clear which was worse.
“Because you’re about to be grounded for the rest of your life?” Reece asked.
“Something along those lines.”
Reece tapped her foot impatiently. “As long as we’re clear. You are telling Uncle Macon. Or I will.” Of course she would. She couldn’t pass up a good grounding.
I was worried about more than her ratting us out. “Are you sure this will work, since—”
“Since what?” Reece snapped. “Since my powers have been a little inconsistent? Is that what you’re trying to say?” Great. An angry Reece was never a good thing.
“I—I just meant, are you sure you’ll know if he’s lying?” It was too late to backpedal now.
Reece looked like she wanted to tear my head off. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m still a Sybil. Whatever I see in his face is the truth. If my powers are off, I won’t see anything.”
Lena slid between us.
You’re in over your head. I’ve got this.
Thanks.
I’ve been dealing with Reece the Beast a lot longer than you have. It’s an acquired skill.
“Reece.” Lena took her hand, and I could see her hair begin to curl. I winced. Casting at a Caster was almost never a good idea. “You’re the most powerful Sybil I’ve ever met.”