The pitch-black miasma of the portal clung to Hettie, sucking against her skin as she slogged through. She called out to Abby but got no response. Panic gripped her as she imagined getting stuck in the hills, but then, as though she’d been purged from some great sphincter, she stumbled to her knees in the dust.
Abby smiled down at her. She sat on the stone bench of a familiar-looking fountain, legs swinging above a carved medallion of a laughing coyote’s face. It seemed to wink at her as she got to her feet.
I could drop you right in the center of the village. I have an aperture there, you know, hidden away. Not even Raúl can find it …
Coyote hadn’t been joking. They were in Villa del Punta. Somehow her sister had tapped into Coyote’s portal spell. “Abby—”
Fire and force and heat explo
