Dream Dark (Caster Chronicles 2.5) - Page 4

Link handed her the warm yellow cup.

Doc Asher looked at Link from the other side of his desk. “You see, son, sometimes when a boy and a girl—a man and a woman—truly love each other—”

“Are you kidding me, Doc? I think I’ve got that talk covered.” Not that anyone had ever bothered to have it with him, but he’d learned all the facts of life the way God intended, by spying on the girls’ locker room next to the unheated swimming pool at church camp.

Doc Asher leaned back in his chair. “Don’t interrupt. As I was saying, sometimes when a man truly loves a woman, he wants to impress her. Maybe develop bigger muscles. Show off a bit.”

“Are you askin’ me somethin’, Doc?” Link knew his mom had probably already shared her steroids theory.

Doc Asher picked up a pen and Link’s chart off the desk. “Have you been feeling angry?”

Was he for real?

“I don’t know, Doc. Have you?”

“Wesley, this is serious. The abuse of steroids…”

Link stopped listening and started wondering if the serious abuse of your son’s privacy would show up in the container. Until Doc said something that stopped him cold.

“With all the changes your mother’s mentioned, after I cast your arm, I think I’m going to check for puncture marks.”

Puncture marks? It took him a second to put it together. Doc was talking about needle marks, from shooting steroids. But that wasn’t the kind of puncture Link was thinking about.

He froze. And suddenly he wasn’t in the doctor’s office anymore. He was back in a dark cave at the Great Barrier the night before, during Lena’s Claiming. The fighting had already started, and he was standing between Ridley and John Breed—who looked like some psycho robot. Link wasn’t gonna let John hurt Rid, no matter what. But just as Link was planning to rush him, the guy ripped, disappearing. Link scanned the cavern trying to figure out where John went.

A second later, he knew.

Link felt John’s teeth sink into his neck.

It hurt like hell, and it burned like it, too. He could hear Ridley screaming, pink and blond hair whipping through the air as she jumped onto John. Between the two of them, they threw John off. Or maybe he just let go. But he left something behind.

Two puncture marks, shaped like canines.

Link sat in Doc’s office for the rest of the visit, but he wasn’t listening anymore.

Link doesn’t spook easily, but that same night he climbed through my window and told us everything. He was scared, and Lena and Ridley tried to explain some of the basic Incubus facts of life to him, even they couldn’t tell him everything he needed to know. But I knew someone who could.

CHAPTER 3

Your Average Superhero

Link wasn’t crazy about going back down into the Caster Tunnels, but he had questions, and Macon Ravenwood was the only one with the answers. So I offered to go with him. It had taken me an hour to convince him that he wasn’t going to burst into flames the second the sunlight hit him.

Ridley pitched a fit when she found out, and refused to let us use the door in her bedroom to access the Tunnels. I guess it was hard for her to watch Link morph into a Supernatural while she was trapped as a Mortal. If anyone knew how she felt, it was me. I was watching Lena become more and more of a Caster with every passing month. Maybe Macon had a pamphlet down in his study: “So You’re Powerless Now, But You’re Going Out with One of the X-Men.”

Link and I ended up at the fairgrounds again, wandering around until we found the Outer Door.

“Your girlfriend’s a real pain in the ass.” It was so hot I thought I was going to pass out. Link hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“She says she’s not my girlfriend, but Rid’s just playin’ hard to get.” Link didn’t sound like he minded the girlfriend reference. “Right?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s different with an ex-Siren.” I pulled on the heavy earthen door. “Man, could it get any hotter?” My shirt was already soaked.

Link shrugged. “I guess it is pretty hot.”

“You guess?” There had never been a heat wave like this in Gatlin, at least not in my lifetime. Folks were wandering around town melting like Popsicles in the sun.

“I don’t really sweat anymore. It must be an Incubus thing,” Link said, pulling the heavy Outer Door open with one hand like he was taking the lid off a piece of Tupperware. His arm had already healed at supersonic speed. “Pretty cool, right? You want to see it again?”

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