“It doesn't matter, as long as Lena doesn't get to the Barrier. And if you want to stop her, we need to get moving. I don't know the way there. I just know where I ditched them.”
“Then how did you plan to get to the Great Barrier?” It was impossible to tell if she was lying.
“John knows the way.”
“Does John know Sarafine and Abraham are there?” Had he been setting Lena up all along?
Ridley shook her head. “I don't know. The guy's hard to read. He's got … issues.”
“How are we going to convince her not to go?” I had already tried to talk Lena out of running away, and it hadn't gone well.
“That's your department. Maybe this will help.” She tossed me a battered spiral notebook. I would have recognized it anywhere. I had spent enough afternoons watching Lena write in it.
“You stole her notebook?”
Ridley tossed her hair. “Steal is such an ugly word. I borrowed it, and you should be thanking me. Maybe there's something useful in all that disgusting, sentimental dribble.”
I unzipped my backpack and slid the notebook inside. It felt weird to hold a piece of Lena in my hands again. Now I was carrying Lena's secrets in my backpack and my mother's in my back pocket. I wasn't sure how many more secrets I could handle.
Liv was more interested in Ridley's motives than Lena's notebook. “Hold on. Now we're supposed to believe you're one of the good guys?”
“Hell no. I'm bad to the bone. And I could give a rat's ass what you believe.” Ridley shot me a look out of the corner of her eye. “In fact, I'm having a hard time figuring out what you're doing here in the first place.”
I stepped in before Ridley used another lollipop to get Liv to offer herself to Hunting as a snack. “So that's it? You want to help us find Lena?”
“That's right, Short Straw. We may not like each other, but we have common interests.” She turned toward Liv but spoke to me. “We love the same person, and she's in trouble. So I defected. Now let's get a move on before my uncle catches the three of you.”
Link stared at Ridley. “Man, I didn't see this comin’.”
“Don't make more of it than it is. I'll be back to my own bad self as soon as we get Lena to turn back.”
“You never know, Rid. Maybe the Wizard will give you a heart if we kill the Wicked Witch.”
Ridley turned away, digging the spikes of her sandals into the mud. “Like I'd want one.”
6.19
Consequences
We tried to keep up with Ridley, who was weaving in and out of the trees. Liv was behind her, consulting the map or her selenometer constantly. She didn't trust Ridley any more than the rest of us did.
There was something bothering me. A part of me believed her. Maybe she really cared about Lena. It was unlikely, but if there was a chance Ridley was telling the truth, I had to follow her. I owed Lena a debt I could never repay.
I didn't know if there was a future for us. If Lena would ever again be the girl I fell in love with. But it didn't matter.
The Arclight was heating up inside my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting to see a pool of iridescent color, but the surface was black. Now all I could see was my reflection. The Arclight seemed more than broken. It had become completely random.
Ridley's eyes widened when she saw it, and she stopped walking for the first time in a long while. “Where'd you get that, Short Straw?”
“Marian gave it to me.” I didn't want Ridley to know it had been my mother's, or who had given it to her.
“Well, that might even the odds a little. I don't think you can get my Uncle Hunting in there, but maybe one of the members of his pack.”
“I'm not exactly sure how to use it.” I almost didn't tell her, but it was true.
Ridley lifted an eyebrow. “Little Miss Know-It-All couldn't tell you?” Liv's cheeks flushed. Ridley took her time unwrapping a stick of pink gum and folded it into her mouth. “You have to touch him with it.” She stepped closer to me. “Which means you have to get close.”
“Whatever.” Link pushed past her. “There are two of us. We can swing it.”
Liv tucked her pencil behind her ear. She had been taking notes. “Link might be right. I wouldn't want to get near any of them. But if we had no choice, it would be worth a try.”
“Then you have to lay the Cast. You know, speak the incantation and all.” Ridley was leaning against a tree, smirking. She knew we didn't know the Cast. Lucille was sitting at Ridley's feet, studying her.
“I'm guessing you aren't going to tell us what it is.”
“How should I know? It's not like there are a lot of those things around.”
Liv spread the map out in her lap, carefully smoothing it. “We're going the right way. If we keep going east, this path should eventually lead to the shore.” She pointed to a dense cluster of trees.
“Where? That forest?” Link looked dubious.
“Don't be scared, Hot Rod. I'll take Hansel, you take Gretel.” Ridley winked at Link, like she still had power over him. Which she did, but it had nothing to do with her gifts as a Siren.
“I'll be all right on my own. Why don't you have another piece a gum?” Link pushed past her.
Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.