chapter 22
The distant baying of a coyote made Hettie’s hair stand on end. It was answered by a second howl, and suddenly a whole chorus yipped and yowled beneath the full, waxy moon. She closed the shutters and rubbed her arms. She hadn’t seen Abby all day. Her sister had been with Raúl, preparing for the ceremony to lift Diablo’s curse. The sorcerer hadn’t even had lunch. Hettie worried that without a blood feeding, Abby might not be able to function. She’d tried to visit Javier earlier—she’d feel better about this ceremony if he could assure her, or even be present. But she found the flinty-eyed Luis guarding his door. “Señor Punta is sleeping,” he’d said, shifting his rifle from one arm to the other. “He is not to be disturbed.” Apparently Raúl had put the guard on his father’s door. But why?
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