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Williams bows his head. “Sorry, Mother. We will wait for our friend outside your fence.”
I don’t know what surprises me more: his gesture of deference to the old woman or the reverence in his tone. My spidey sense is telling me not to argue. I follow him quietly out of the yard.
When we’re standing beside the car, the old woman limps down the steps, her long black skirt dragging in the dust. She goes to Sophie.
The young girl and the old woman look at each other for a moment, not speaking, not communicating in any way I can tell. Then, abruptly, the two embrace, move apart and, arms entwined, stoop together over a patch of weeds.
“What the hell was that?” I ask. “And what did she mean by our kind not being welcome?”
Williams leans against the car. “Vampires. Vampires are not welcome here. She’s a crone. Do you know what that is?”
I rack my brain. I know I’ve heard the term. “Earth mother? Divine feminine? Am I close?”
“Close.”
He doesn’t elaborate. When I prod, he adds, “Her name is Eldora. She’s well known in the magical community.”
Not much in the way of useful information but by the set of his jaw and the curtain drawn around his thoughts, I know it’s all I’m going to get. I try a different tack. “What does she have against vampires?”
“Immortality. Humans are born, they live, they die. Vampires threaten the cycle, subvert the natural order.”
Immortality? “Living forever offends her, but blood-sucking does not?”
His shoulders lift, fall. “Didn’t say it made sense. It’s just the way it is.”
“What powers does she possess?”
“None that I know of.”
That gets a double take from me. “Then why the reverence? You did everything but grovel at her feet.”
He shoots me a pitying look. “Respect. But I don’t suppose you’re familiar with the concept.”
The all-too-recognizable deprecating Williams is back. Naturally, my hackles rise. I bite back an angry retort and turn away, focusing on Sophie. She’s still rummaging around the yard, the old woman following behind her. Sophie points to this and that, plucks leaves, crushes them between her fingers. The old woman watches the beautiful young girl with rapt attention.
An interesting reversal of roles. Wonder if she recognizes the eighty -year-old spirit of Sophie the witch trapped in that young body?
Does she sense they are kindred spirits? Wonder what she’d think if Deveraux put in an appearance.
The attention Williams is paying to Sophie, though, is not as positive. “Do you think we can trust her?” he asks finally.
“Do we have a choice?”
His hands ball into fists. “I will avenge Ortiz. Belinda Burke or her sister, makes no difference to me.”
I don’t say it, but for once, we’re in agreement.
Impatience nips at my heels. I want to get on with it. Each passing hour brings my friends closer to death. Just when I’m ready to call out to her, Sophie and the crone disappear into the house.
I lunge at the gate, ready to follow them. I don’t want to let Sophie out of my sight.
Williams grabs my arm, yanks me to a stop. “She’ll be back. Wait here.”
I glare at him and pull free. I’ll give her ten minutes.
She’s out in eight, holding a large grocery bag. She walks toward us, her face wreathed in a smile of satisfaction and pleasure. She climbs into the backseat and waits for us to join her in the car before saying, “What a wonderful place.”
Deveraux’s sharp voice cuts like a razor. Are you kidding me? Jesus. The place smelled like di
I glance over at Williams, waiting for his reaction to Deveraux’s remark.
He isn’t reacting. He’s got the car started and half turns to look at Sophie. “Did you get what you needed?”
Sophie says, “Yes. I have everything.”
Williams acknowledges her reply by straightening in the seat and steering the car away from the curb.
You didn’t hear that? I ask him.
Hear what? What Sophie said? Yes, I heard her.
I pause, wondering how or if I should tell him about Sophie’s dual personality.
Why tell him? Deveraux says. He can’t hear me. He may not even believe you. He doesn’t like you. Telling him you’re hearing a vampire’s voice from the body of a witch will just make him distrust you more.
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 te
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, A
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 co
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.