"Yeah, I bet."

Lena stepped out from behind John. "What happened? Is your aunt okay?" She seemed like my Lena again, kind and concerned, but I didn't trust her anymore. A few minutes ago, she was taking down the women she hated and everyone else in the tent with them, and now she was the girl I kissed behind the ticket booth. It didn't add up.

"What were you doing back there? How could you help them?" I didn't realize how mad I was until I heard myself yel ing. But John did.

He slammed his palm against my chest, and I stumbled back.

"Ethan!" Lena was scared, I could tel that much.

Stop! You don't know what you're doing.

Like you said. At least I'm finally doing something.

Do something else. Get out of here!

"You can't talk to her like that. Why don't you leave before you get hurt." What had I missed? Lena had walked away from me barely an hour ago, and now John Breed was defending her like she was already his girlfriend?

"Yeah? You should be careful who you push around, Caster Boy."

"Caster Boy?" He took a step closer to me, curling his hands into fists. Big fists. "Don't cal me that."

"What should I cal you? Dirtbag?" I wanted him to hit me.

He lunged at me, but I threw the first punch. I'm stupid that way. I released al the frustration and anger I'd been holding inside the second my soft human fist made contact with his steel supernatural jaw. It was like hitting cement.

John blinked, his green eyes turning as black as coal. He hadn't felt a thing. "I'm not a Caster."

I had been in my share of fights, but none of them could have prepared me for what it felt like to be hit by John Breed. I remembered watching Macon and his brother Hunting fighting, their incredible strength and speed. John barely moved, and my back hit the ground. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Ethan! John, stop!" Lena was screaming, black makeup running down her face.

I heard John slam Link into the dirt. To his credit, Link got up faster than I did. Only he was back down again faster, too. I picked myself up off the ground. I wasn't that banged up, but I was going to have a hard time hiding the bruises from Amma.

"That's enough, John." Ridley tried to sound cool, but her voice had an edge and she looked scared -- as scared as Ridley could look. She grabbed John's arm. "Let's go. We've got somewhere to be."

Link looked her right in the eye, which took some effort, considering he was lying in the dirt. "Don't do me any favors, Rid. I can take care of myself."

"I can see that. You're a real Golden Glove." Link winced at the dig, or maybe it was the pain.

Either way, he wasn't used to being the one on the ground in a fight. He pushed himself to his feet and held up his fists, ready to go again. "They're the fists a fury, Baby, and they're just gettin' started."

Ridley stepped between John and Link. "No. They're finished."

Link dropped his hands, kicking the dust. "Yeah, wel , I could take him if he wasn't a -- what the hel are you, man?"

I didn't give John a chance to answer, because I was pretty sure I already knew. "He's some kind of Incubus." I looked at Lena. She was stil crying, her arms hugging her waist, but I didn't try to talk to her. I wasn't even sure who she was anymore.

"You think I'm an Incubus? A Demon Soldier?" John laughed.

Ridley rol ed her eyes. "Don't be such a show-off. No one cal s Incubuses Demon Soldiers anymore."

John cracked his knuckles. "I'm old school."

Link looked confused. "I thought al you vampire dudes had to stay inside durin' the day."

"And I thought al you hil bil ies drove Trans Ams with Confederate flags painted on the hoods." John laughed, but it wasn't funny. Ridley stayed between them.

"What does it matter to you, Shrinky Dink? John's not real y a rules kinda guy. He's sort of ... unique. I like to think of him as the best of both worlds." I had no idea what Ridley was talking about. But whatever John Breed was, she wasn't saying.

"Yeah? I like to think about him as crawlin' back to his own world and stayin' outta ours." Link talked tough, but when John looked at him, al the color drained out of Link's face.

Ridley turned to John. "Let's go." They turned back to the Tunnel of Love, the cars stil making the loop under the old wooden arch painted to look like some bridge in Venice. Lena hesitated.

"Lena, don't go with them."

She stood there for a second, like she was thinking about running back into my arms. But something was stopping her. John whispered to her, and she climbed into the plastic gondola. I looked at the only girl I'd ever loved. Black hair and golden eyes, instead of green.

I couldn't pretend the gold didn't mean anything, not anymore.

I watched the car disappear, leaving Link and me behind. As banged up and bruised as the day we had taken on Emory and his brother on the playground in fifth grade.

"Come on. Let's get outta here." Link was already walking away. It was dark now, and the lights from the Ferris Wheel flashed as it turned. "Why'd you think he was an Incubus?" Link was taking comfort in the fact he had gotten his ass kicked by a Demon, not some regular guy.

"His eyes went black, and it felt like I was hit by a two-by-four."

"Yeah, but he was walkin' around durin' the day. And he's got those green eyes, like Lena's ..." He stopped, but I knew what he was about to say.