It landed, facedown in the dirt, with a thud.
Then silence.
Ridley opened her eyes to see Lena pulling herself up next to her. The girls clung to each other, trying to catch their breath, trying to slow their hammering hearts.
“What were those things?” Lena’s face was pale. “And don’t say mermaids.”
“Sirens,” breathed Ridley. Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “They’re called Sirens. Dark. With wings and claws and fangs. They ripped the sailors’ hearts right out of their chests.” Her eyes were stricken. “I saw them.”
Lena shook her head. “I would never, ever want to be one of those.”
“Me neither,” Ridley said. Her eyes were beginning to pool and prickle with tears.
“We won’t be.” Lena reached over, patting her cousin’s cheek. “Don’t worry, Rid. Gramma says if our hearts are good, we’ll grow up that way, too. Light as sunshine.”
“Yeah? How do you know if your heart’s any good?” The tiniest wet streak wobbled past the corner of Ridley’s eye.
“Yours is,” Lena said solemnly. “I just know it.” She drew a linty red lollipop out of her pocket and handed it to Ridley. “Promise.”
For a minute, the younger cousin almost seemed like the older one.
They traded the lollipop back and forth, up in the branches of that old oak tree, until Ridley didn’t remember the gnashing teeth or the jagged claws or the heartless sailors anymore.
Not one bit.
Promise.
When Ridley woke up, she was crying and she didn’t know why. She remembered that she’d been dreaming, but the details had already begun to fade.
“What’s wrong, Rid?” Lena was next to her, hugging her close in the morning light.
“Nothing.” She tried to think, but it felt like she was pressing on a raw nerve.
“You hate good-byes, you big ball of mush. You barely said a word last night.” Lena frowned, pulling her faded blue quilt tightly around the two of them. “Is that the only thing bothering you?”
“I told you. It’s nothing.” Rid looked around, taking in the dead campfire and the abandoned blankets. Only Ethan was still there, his face half buried in Boo’s fur. “Where is everyone?”
“Link still had packing to do. John and Liv, too. I told them not to wake you up.” Lena smiled. “Knowing you.”
Ridley was relieved.
Lena brushed a long pink strand behind Ridley’s ear. “You know, it’s not too late. Just because you didn’t finish high school with us doesn’t mean you can’t finish it at all. You could get your GED, go to night school—”
Mother of all that is holy in the world—
Rid grabbed Lena’s wrist with five dagger-like glitter nails. “Wait a minute. Are you suggesting that you think it bothers me that I haven’t graduated from Stonewall Jackson High? Have you lost what little is left of your mind?”
Lena gently detached Ridley from her arm. “You just don’t seem like yourself.”
Rid was furious. “You mean I don’t seem like a cold witch? Or I do? Because last time I checked, that’s what I was.”
“Ridley.”
“I don’t know why everyone in Gat-dung has such a hard time remembering I’m not like them. I’m not even like you. I’m a heartless Siren.”
“You are not heartless.” Lena was matter-of-fact. They could replay this conversation all Ridley wanted, but she was never going to change her position on this particular matter.
“How do you know?” Ridley sounded as miserable as she felt.
“I just know.” Lena kissed her cousin’s cheek. “Trust me.”
Truthfully, Ridley didn’t trust anybody. But if she had, her cousin would’ve been first on her list.
They sat like that, arm in arm in the silence, for a long moment.
“Promise,” Ridley whispered. She hated herself for saying the word—for cracking like that, the moment she did it—like always.
“Promise,” Lena whispered back, reaching in the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulling out a bright green lollipop.
“Green?”
“Change is good. Live a little.”
Ridley took the lollipop, waving it in her cousin’s face. “You rebel.” She stood up, awkwardly stretching her long, bare legs. “So, yeah. I gotta jet.” It was as close as Rid could come to saying good-bye to her only real friend.
“I know,” Lena said. She knew everything. What Rid was saying—and what she couldn’t. She held out a set of car keys. “I just Cast a Manifesto. It’s on the corner.”
Ridley shook her head. “You’re good.”
“I know,” shrugged Lena, her eyes twinkling.
“Say good-bye to Ethan for me. And you behave, Cuz.” Ridley smiled, in spite of everything.
“I always do. I’m the good one, remember?”
Ridley never forgot.
CHAPTER 5
Sweet Child o’ Mine
A shower and a change of clothes fixed everything.
Well, a shower, a vintage pink silk kimono, a shot of hot chocolate, a final layer of Chanel Rouge Allure Incandescente—in other words, Siren Red—lipstick, and Rid’s favorite Hervé Léger bandage dress.
Siren battle clothes.
Time to do your thing, Rid thought.
As soon as the red MINI Cooper made it down the hill and across Route 9 into town, Ridley was in better spirits. The moment she saw Link, she could tell he was halfway out of his mind. For all the usual reasons, she guessed. Not to mention the Pepto-Bismol–pink housecoat that one of those reasons happened to be wearing this morning.