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cork in her champagne bottle and come back to Gatlin.
    Ridley was tired of being lectured. “I texted you a hundred times and told you I’m not coming back there.”
    “Wow. I was expecting, ‘Hi, Lena. It’s nice to hear from you,’ ” her cousin said. “ ‘I’m sorry I ignored your texts and never returned your calls.’ ”
    “You don’t have to be so dramatic,” Ridley said. “I’ve been busy. And I know he put you up to this. But I’m not coming back there.”
    I can’t
, Rid thought.
    “Link didn’t put me up to anything. He’s online all the time looking for an apartment in New York. I called because it’s the end of the summer. Ethan and I are leaving for college next week, and Liv and John are heading to London. I thought you might want to see us before we go.”
    “What do you mean, he’s looking for an apartment?” Ridley knew what it meant. He was going without her.
As if he’d survive a week here by himself.
    Lena sighed. “Leave it alone, Rid. You broke Link’s heart, and he was miserable all summer. I think he’s finally accepted that things would never have worked out between you two. Let it go.”
    Ridley felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. “How do you know he’s accepted it? What did he say?”
    “Rid, please—”
    “What did he say?” Ridley repeated, her voice growing louder.
    “Just that some things aren’t meant to be.”
    The words hit Ridley harder than she ever would’ve thought possible. “I gotta go, Cuz.”
    “Rid—”
    Ridley hung up before Lena had a chance to say anything else. There was no way she was going back to that wretched town. She had stayed there too long. That was the problem.
    There was always something—John Breed taking off with her cousin back when he was still one of the bad guys. Ethan jumping off a water tower to save the world, then being trapped in the Otherworld. Ridley coming home to take on Abraham Ravenwood and save Ethan. Then Lena had begged her to stay for graduation. “It won’t be the same if you aren’t there,” she’d said.
    Whatever.
    Ridley had pretended that she didn’t want to go, but secretly she’d wanted to see her cousin graduate. At least one of them had made it through the mind-numbing Mortal high school experience without being burned at the stake. Ridley had always known it would be Lena. Rid wasn’t cut out for all that insecurity and angst and BFF crap. Best friends forever? As far as she was concerned, it was more like bitches, frenemies, and freaks.
    But Lena wasn’t the only reason she had stayed. She’d stayed because of Link, something she would never admit to a single soul.
    Wesley Lincoln.
    Rid never called him that to his face, or in front of anyone else. But it was the way she thought of him—with his cocky grin, rock and roll dreams, and drumsticks in his back pocket. Wearing a faded Black Sabbath T-shirt and driving the piece of crap Beater—he was the guy who had gotten under her skin.
    Apparently, he was the one guy who had let her walk away.
    Some things aren’t meant to be.
Ridley stiffened at the thought of him saying those words.
After tonight, they won’t be.
    She planned to make sure of it.
    The line in front of Suffer snaked around the block. It was the Dark Caster club of the moment, outranking Exile in terms of music (live bands instead of an aging Incubus DJ), clientele (the unattractive need not apply), and trouble (the more, the better). Not that Ridley cared about the line, since she had no intention of standing in it… until she noticed a few delicious guys waiting behind the black velvet ropes. A little window-shopping before she went in couldn’t hurt.
    Ridley ran her hands through her blond hair, with its signature pink streak, to give it that I-could-have-just-rolled-out-of-your-bed look. She zeroed in on a dangerous-looking Incubus at the front of the line.
    Rid took one last lick of her cherry lollipop and tossed it into a Dumpster. She didn’t need