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Authors: Jeanne C. Stein

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Hear what?
Williams repeats.
I sit back in the seat. “Nothing.”
CHAPTER 45
A
HALF DOZEN CARS ARE PARKED IN FRONT OF THE bar when we arrive at Beso de la Muerte. I take it as a good sign. If the bar is open, maybe things aren’t as bad as I suspect.
I direct Williams to continue along to the back. To the caves.
When we pull up there, my heart starts to pound. This time it’s not from any residual effects of the spell on Culebra, but because I’m afraid. I couldn’t bring myself to call ahead to let Frey know we were coming. If he answered and Culebra was gone, or worse, if he didn’t answer at all, I’m not sure I could have controlled my wrath.
Or Williams’ rage.
Sophie steps out of the car, grocery bag in hand. She follows Williams and me into the cave.
The quiet wraps around us like a thick blanket. It’s eerie and gooseflesh rises on my arms. The only sound is three distinct footfalls—Sophie’s rubber-soled riding boots, Williams’ hard-soled loafers and my soft-soled tennis shoes. We could be alone in the universe, the feeling of isolation is so complete.
I’m hoping that’s all it is—a feeling—and that we’re not alone.
By the time we approach the area where I last saw Frey and Culebra, I’ve worked myself into a state of high anxiety. Chest tight, pulse racing, palms sweaty. I wipe my hands on my jeans and call out.
“Frey? It’s me, Anna.”
The words bounce off the cave walls.
“Frey? Are you here?”
We round the last corner and I break into a run. Why isn’t he answering?
Williams and Sophie are right on my heels. I feel their panic and it fuels my own. “Frey? Answer me.”
We sprint into the ward.
I skid to a stop.
The cot is there.
Empty.
No.
I whip around, eyes seeking a clue. They can’t be gone.
Williams snarls and I whirl toward him. He has Sophie by the arm, the vampire unleashed. “Bring us Burke, witch.” His eyes glow yellow in the dim light. “Or I will kill you right here.”
Deveraux’s voice reaches out to me.
Stop him. It’s not her fault.
But I won’t intervene. I feel my blood quicken as the vampire lies in wait, ready to leap to the surface. Reason flees to be replaced by cold fury.
My friends are gone.
Someone has to pay.
“Do as he says, Sophie.”
I barely recognize my own voice. It’s hoarse with the effort of fighting the beast. “Bring us Burke. You are her sister. I know you can do it.”
Sophie does not struggle against Williams’ grip. “I’m not sure I can.”
Williams’ shakes her until her teeth rattle. “Do it.”
I let it go on for a moment, then stop him. I pry his fingers from her arms and step between them. Harder than keeping my anger at bay is keeping the depth of my fury out of my voice. “Sophie. This is not a game. We will hurt you. My friends are dead. Burke is out of control and needs to be stopped. You are our only connection to her. Use your power to summon her. Tell her we’ll kill you if she doesn’t come.”
Sophie’s eyes are wide, but her voice betrays no fear when she says, “If your friends are dead, the spell has already been broken. I have no way to reach her. She will have a powerful spell in place to protect herself.”
Williams growls in anger, elbows me aside and slaps her with full force across the face.
Sophie’s head cracks against the wall of the cave and she slumps to the ground. Her eyes close for a moment, blood trickles from the corner of her mouth. When she looks up at us again, tears of pain and sorrow shine from her eyes.
“I hold no ill will toward you. I’m sorry my sister has hurt your friends. I will not fight you, but I can’t help.”
Williams lunges, pulls her to her feet. His teeth are at her neck, all control relinquished to the beast. “You have lived this long only because of Anna’s friends. If you cannot bring us the witch responsible, your life is forfeit. This is for my friend, Ortiz.”
Stop him,
Deveraux screams.
You can’t let this happen.
The panic in his voice is more than concern for Sophie. Once she is dead, he is, too.
But I won’t stop it. I don’t want to. If anything, I want to take her blood as badly as Williams. I want to tear her head from her body, a sacrifice, a tribute to Frey and Culebra. They didn’t deserve to die, either. It’s not punishment. It’s justice.
The vampire needs no further coaxing. I grab Williams and pull him away, slamming him back against the wall.
She’s mine.
No.
He’s on his feet, snarling, lunging back at me. His hands are extended, his mouth twisted. We circle each other, growling, like two dogs spoiling for a fight.
“Hello?”
A voice, a familiar voice from the entrance to the cave.
“Who’s there?”
And like a dog, I shake myself to allow the blood thoughts of the vampire to recede.
Who is that?
Williams and I both turn, wary, eyes flashing yellow to watch as a figure emerges from the darkness.
Sandra approaches, hands on her hips, head tilted as she takes in the scene.
“What’s going on here?”
I swallow hard, pushing the beast down so I can answer as a human. “Frey and Culebra are gone.” I point a shaking finger at Sophie. “She will pay the price.”
Sandra goes to Sophie, helps her to her feet, glares at Williams and me. “You two are crazy, you know that?” She puts a gentle hand on Sophie’s arm, examines the bleeding wound on her neck from Williams’ bite. “It’s not too bad. Let’s get you out of here.”
Her eyes spark with anger as she pauses only long enough to throw caustic words back at us. “Culebra and Frey are in the bar. We moved them there to make them more comfortable. Why didn’t you stop there first?”
Culebra and Frey are still alive. I watch Sandra take Sophie back along the trail.
Shame sends heat to flood my face.
We almost killed her.
How anxious will she be to help us now?
I probe to see what Williams is feeling. I get only the red tide of residual anger. His animal eyes still glow yellow as he follows the women out of the cave.
It puts me on alert.
I know now that whether or not we save Culebra or get Burke, as far as Williams is concerned, Sophie is a dead woman.
CHAPTER 46
I
WHIP PAST SANDRA AND SOPHIE AND LEAVE WILLIAMS behind to run down the path to the bar. The back door stands open. As soon as I pass through it, I smell it. The acrid stench of illness and impending death.
It intensifies the fear fluttering my stomach.
I follow the smell to one of the feeding rooms.
Frey sits with his back to me, slumped in a chair. Still, unmoving. Only the sound of his labored breathing gives hint of life.
I tiptoe around to face him. My stomach contracts. I’m glad his eyes are closed. A violent jolt seizes me and if he was watching, the shock that must be stamped on my face could only add to his misery. The smell of decay comes from him.
Frey’s dark hair is streaked with white. His face is pock marked and gouged with lines from the corner of his eyes to his chin, as if someone had drawn a trowel down the length of it. He looks emaciated, dehydrated . . . and old.
I squeeze my own eyes shut to stop the tears.
“Do I look that bad?”
Frey’s voice, full of humor and, thankfully, life, brings me back. I fling my arms around him and hug until he gently pushes me back.
“Easy. I’m not in the best shape right now.”
I release him and step away. “You’re alive. That’s all that matters.” A tug at my conscience makes me turn around, look toward Culebra. If Frey looks this bad, what must Culebra look like?
When I approach the cot, I’m amazed to see Culebra looks no different than the last time I saw him. He might be sleeping peacefully in his own bed. His face is unmarked and his body unchanged. The shallow, rapid rise and fall of his chest and the intravenous tubes feeding him are the only indications that something is wrong.
I turn a questioning eye to Frey. “How is this possible?”
His smile is both sad and ironic. “My counterspell protects Culebra. Unfortunately, it drains me. Remember when I said magic always exacts a price?”
I turn my eyes away. “I put you in this position. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I knew the risks before I came.” He looks toward the door. “I hope you brought reinforcements.”
“Sophie. Burke’s sister. She should be able to break the spell.”
“Burke’s sister?” He frowns. “Can we trust her?”
“Oh, we can trust her all right.” Williams pushes Sophie ahead of him into the room. “She knows if anything goes wrong, she’s dead.”
Frey looks around. Whatever he might have imagined a sister of Burke’s to look like, it’s obviously not the dark-haired, shiny-faced young woman Williams shoves toward him. He stares at her, his face betraying his surprise. “She’s a girl. How can she help us?”
Sophie lays a hand on his shoulder. At her touch, Frey grows still, his muscles relax, his eyes close.
I’m on her in a heartbeat, slapping her hand away. “What are you doing to him?”
She turns gray-clouded eyes on me. For an instant, I see the older Sophie, the witch, and it sends a shudder down my back. There’s strength and power and a strong will.
The next moment, Sophie, the girl, is back. “He is resting. He cannot be a part of the ritual.”
She turns away and empties the contents of her bag onto the floor.
She picks through the herbs, separates them into piles. With a piece of chalk, she marks a pentagram on the floor. She picks up a small portion of one of the herbs and places it on a point of the pentagram.
“Horehound,” she says. “Protection against spells and sorcery.”
She moves on, scooping up more herbs and laying them on a second point. “Angelica. To ward off evil spirits.”
On a third point, she places a different herb. “Golden-seal. Healing herb.”
In the middle of the pentagram she places the fourth herb. “Foxglove. For the heart.”
She moves away from the pentagram, back to the bag. She picks up a goblet. Its delicate, carved crystal winks in the light and throws off flashes of light like rainbow glitter. She places it in the middle of the pentagram, reverently, as if the thing was a religious relic. Into it she pours half the contents of a small vial. She places the vial on the cot beside Culebra’s body.
Holy water? I recall it was one of the items Sophie requested. The crone’s house must double as a witch’s one-stop convenience store.
The only things left in the bag are a dozen black beeswax candles. Sophie places one at each of the pentagram’s five points and the rest she arranges in a circle around Culebra’s cot.
I watch her, fascinated by how calm and deliberate her movements are. She is in a room with two vampires who have sworn to kill her if she doesn’t perform the miracle of breaking Burke’s spell.
She exhibits no fear, no concern. Her features are composed, serene. Deveraux, too, seems to have removed himself from her consciousness.
She might be back in the garden with the crone.
I glance at Frey, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only indication that life exists in that ravaged body.
Can we trust Sophie? The question Williams asked, and Frey. The question I keep avoiding.
The answer is as ominous as a death knell.
We have to trust her. There’s no one else.
CHAPTER 47
S
OPHIE STEPS BACK, HER GAZE SWEEPING THE room, the cot, the objects placed in front of her on the floor. She turns. “You three had better wait outside.”the floor. She turns. “You three had better wait outside: ‘
Williams and I answer as one. “No way.”
Only Sandra moves to the door. “I’ll be in the bar. I’ve reopened it and we have customers.”
She hurries out, not looking back, obviously relieved to be allowed to go. She must have regretted agreeing to come here every day since Culebra came back from his “vacation.”
Sophie frowns at Williams and me. “If you stay,” she cautions, “you must not interfere. No matter what happens. Do not approach me or Culebra. I won’t be responsible for what happens if you do. Understood?”
Williams and I both nod that we do. Williams’ thoughts are concealed beneath a black layer of hatred toward both Burke and her sister. I suspect we’ll be watching for different things. If I see further harm coming to Culebra, I’ll interfere any way I can. He’ll be watching for any indication that Sophie is betraying us to her sister. Either way, agreeing is meaningless.

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