Hettie opened her eyes and found herself on the cold, hard floor of the underground cavern. She sat up dizzily, just in time to see the black hell gate close like a pair of doors shutting on night.
Diablo rested in one whole, unmolested hand. Abby’s tiny palm was clutched in the other.
Her sister’s eyes fluttered open. The irises were violet once more. “Hettie?” she croaked.
“Abby.” Hettie’s heart filled with relief, with joy, and almost immediately with doubt. She’d made a bargain, but she was still alive—why hadn’t they collected their debt?
Her sister pushed up to her knees and crawled to Hettie’s side, hugging her tight. “I’m sorry…”
The rallying bay of the Weres had her bolting upright. “We have to get out of here.” She pulled Abby to her feet and half carried her to the stairs.
