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there was no denying it. It real y was the first day of school.
    You wouldn’t expect me to be itching to get back to Jackson High. Last year, with the exception of Link, my so-cal ed friends had treated me like crap.
    But the truth was, I couldn’t wait for a reason to get out of my house.
    “You eat up, Ethan Wate.” Toast flew onto the plate, chased by bacon and sealed with a healthy glop of butter and grits. Amma had put out a placemat for Link, but there was no plate on it. Not even a glass. She knew Link wouldn’t be eating her eggs, or anything else she whipped up in our kitchen.
    But not even Amma could tel us what he was capable of now. No one knew, least of al Link. If John Breed was some kind of Caster-Incubus hybrid, Link was one generation removed. As far as Macon could tel , Link was the Incubus equivalent of some distant Southern cousin you ran into every couple of years at a wedding or a funeral and cal ed the wrong name.
    Link stretched his arms behind his head, relaxed.
    The wooden chair creaked under his weight. “It’s been a long summer, Wate. I’m ready to get back in the game.”
    I swal owed a spoonful of grits and had to fight the urge to spit them out. They tasted weird, dry. Amma had never made a bad batch of grits in her life.
    Maybe it was the heat. “Why don’t you ask Ridley how she feels about that, and get back to me?”
    He winced, and I could tel the subject had already come up. “It’s our junior year, and I’m the only Linkubus at Jackson. I got al the charm and none a the harm. Al the muscle and none a the—”
    “What? You have a rhyme for muscle? Hustle?
    Bustle?” I would’ve laughed, but I was having a hard time getting my grits down.
    “You know what I mean.” I did. It was a little more than ironic. His on-again, off-again girlfriend, Lena’s cousin Ridley, had been a Siren—able to get any guy, anywhere, to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Until Sarafine took Ridley’s powers, and she became a Mortal just days before Link became part Incubus. Not long after that bite, we could al see the transformation beginning, right in front of our eyes.
    Link’s ridiculously greasy spiked hair became ridiculously cool greasy spiked hair. He packed on the muscle, popping out biceps like the inflatable water wings his mother used to make him wear long after he knew how to swim. He looked more like a guy in an actual rock band than a guy who dreamed about being in one.
    “I wouldn’t mess with Ridley. She may not be a Siren anymore, but she’s stil trouble.” I scooped grits and eggs onto my toast, slapped bacon in the middle, and rol ed it al up together.
    Link looked at me like he wanted to puke. Food didn’t have the same appeal now that he was part Incubus. “Dude, I’m not messin’ with Ridley. I’m stupid, but I’m not that stupid.”
    I was starting to have my doubts. I shrugged and stuffed half my breakfast sandwich into my mouth. It tasted wrong, too. Guess I undershot on the bacon.
    Before I could say another word, a hand clamped down on my shoulder, and I jumped. For a second, I was back at the top of the water tower in my dream, bracing for an attack. But it was only Amma, ready for her usual first day of school lecture. At least, that’s what I thought. I should’ve noticed the red string tied around her wrist. A new charm always meant the clouds were rol ing in.
    “Don’t know what you boys are thinkin’, sitting here like today’s just another day. It’s not over—not the moon or this heat or that business with Abraham Ravenwood. You two are actin’ like done is done, Ravenwood. You two are actin’ like done is done, the lights are on and it’s time to leave the picture show.” She lowered her voice. “Wel , you’re as wrong as walkin’ barefoot in church. Things have consequences, and we haven’t seen the half a them.”
    I knew about consequences. They were everywhere I looked, no matter how hard I tried not to see