He felt a whole lot of things, actually.
His girlfriend had screwed him over, like everyone had always said she would. He’d watched her locking lips with another guy, who was—let’s face it—almost as good-looking as he was. Someone in his band was probably dying. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. His best friend was gone. His family was nuts. He wasn’t even all that sure his music was any good, for some reason.
And I just broke the freaking subway.
As soon as he thought it, the car lurched to a stop.
The doors flung themselves open, and even more people flooded on.
Link’s hand was throbbing. He felt like he could almost hear his skin sizzling. He was considering ripping the entire car apart.
Then he looked down at Floyd.
“This is ridiculous.” Link grabbed her hand and closed his eyes.
She looked at him, confused. “Link? What are you—”
He pulled her closer.
Then it was silent, except for a familiar whirring sound, the sound of a Caster and an Incubus sliding out of a subway car, out of a crumbling tunnel, out of a rush hour crowd, even out of this dimension.
Ripping away.
Nobody else in the car even looked up.
CHAPTER 29 
We Are Stars
Ridley had never seen so many stars. Mortal constellations, as far as the eye could see. The Southern Star was nowhere in sight, but then, Ridley didn’t have her mind on anything to do with the Casters, with the possible exception of the one there with her right now.
And the one in the photograph on the wall.
She sat next to Nox, staring up at the darkness from the very center of the penthouse garden, lit only by the candlelight that surrounded their shared chaise.
From the roof of the hotel, the night seemed enormous.
I will always remember this, she thought. Prince or war. Good or bad.
This night. How this feels.
How I feel.
The city below was a crazy crowd of lights beneath the dark wash of sky.
I can look down on everyone, she thought, thinking of the little girl who could never find heels high enough.
And it’s still too low.
Ridley’s jacket was long gone, and the evening breeze blew her hair off her bare shoulders. She shivered.
Nox slid his arm along the back of the softly upholstered chaise. An elaborate row of candles of every height flickered on the table in front of them.
“This is nice.” Ridley spoke the words out into the darkness, where things like the truth could be revealed under the cover of night.
“Nicer than expected.” He leaned his head back against the cushion. “Considering.”
“Considering what?”
“One Wesley Lincoln, for starters. I’m assuming it’s some kind of Southern fetish. Like fried chicken or pecan pie.”
The joking annoyed her, and she sat up. “You assume wrong. He’s a good person, and I—” The words trailed off. She didn’t finish.
She didn’t know what to say.
“You what?” he pressed.
“I care about him deeply.” The way she said it made it sound like she was talking about one of her elderly relatives. She frowned.
“And does he care deeply about you?”
Ridley shook her head. “Not anymore.” She leaned back. “I messed it all up. I always do.”
Nox didn’t smile. He sounded strangely serious. “Did he feel something more than that? Is that what he told you?”
“How did you know?”
“Let me guess. The word love comes to mind?”
“He didn’t know what he was saying. I’m a Siren.” She said the word carefully. Intentionally. “You know what that’s like.”
Don’t you? Or does she, whoever she is? The woman in the picture?
“So?” Nox studied her face.
“So people can’t help what they say to me. You know that.” Regular people, Ridley thought. Helpless regular people.
“What if he did? Know, I mean. What he was saying? And what if he could help how he felt?”
“Does it matter? How will I ever know the difference? I have unnatural abilities that make people care for me. How can I ever trust anything anyone feels about me?”
“You can’t,” Nox said slowly. “Not the good feelings. Only the bad ones. Which is why you do half the things you do and say half the things you say. To provoke the feelings you know you can trust.”
Yes. Exactly. So I know if something is real.
Ridley couldn’t speak. This wasn’t a conversation she had ever imagined having with anyone. The words were breathtaking. Exhausting. She’d never told a soul these things. Not Lena. Not even Link.
What does that mean? That I can have this conversation with Lennox Gates? That he knows my deepest secret?
She turned her face so he couldn’t see the sudden shine in her eyes.
Nox turned to her. “You are such a Siren.”
Ridley wiped her eye with a smile. “Am I? Like your mother?” she asked carefully. Because it was time. He would tell her now. He had to. He was as alone as she was. They were two of a kind, and this was their war. Their curb.
The same doors had been slammed in both of their Dark Caster faces—Ridley was sure of that.
Because Lennox Gates is Siren-born.
He has to be.
He’s as far from a regular person as I am.
Ridley wondered how long she had known, in the back of her mind, and then she wondered what had taken her so long.
Nox looked at her, surprised.
Ridley took a breath. “Sirene? The Power of Persuasion, raging like fire through your club? Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
She shivered involuntarily.
“Come on,” Nox said. “Inside.”
The lights were low but the fire was high. Nox sat with his back to the flames while Ridley faced them. Beneath the two Casters, the thick rug was warm and soft.
Ridley watched him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“That my mother was a Siren? It’s not exactly the kind of thing you go shouting from the rooftops.”
“Why not? Is it supposed to be a secret?” She bristled. “Are we really so bad?”
Nox leaned forward, looking disgusted. “It’s not about her being a Siren. It’s about her situation.”
“Her situation?” Ridley shot the words back into his face. “Is that what you call it?” Her eyes blazed. “How about affliction? How about infection? Is that why you’ve never spoken of her? You’re afraid you might catch whatever she has?” Ridley was shaking with anger.
“That’s not what I mean.” Nox put a hand on her arm, but she yanked it away. “You’re taking this all wrong.”
“I’m the wrong one here?” Unbelievable.
“No, I mean, I’m saying it wrong.” He looked miserable. “Besides, I thought you knew. I thought everyone did.”
Ridley softened a little. “Knew what? How could I know anything?”
“The fall of the house of Gates? Come on.”
“Tell me,” she said. This time she was the one who took his hand. “You can tell me, Nox.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. “I don’t know much. My mother died when I was really young.”
“I’m sorry.” Ridley could see the sadness in his eyes. This is real. He’s not playing you.
Nox nodded, but his eyes were faraway. “You remind me of her. The way you always seem to know that you were meant for something more than an average life.”