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first. “Lights on full.” She turned quickly when she heard Isis let out a quick, shuddering breath. But Isis put out a hand, and took another step into the room.
    “It reeks still, and will until it’s cleansed. No one can stay here until a cleansing. You feel it, do you feel it? This is not the work of a dabbler, not the vile work of one who only seeks blood and death for their own sake. This is power and purpose, and it brought the dark.”
    “You’re going to tell me they called up Satan?”
    Isis turned her black eyes on Eve. “I imagine he has more important things to do than answer a summons. But evil can be called, and it can be fed. You can’t do what you do and believe otherwise. Or see what you see.”
    She stared at the pentagram, and the pools and rivers of blood that washed over it. “She doesn’t know me, neither in body nor spirit. I need some of her blood. Get that, while I prepare.”
    She knelt and began taking items from her bag.
    Eve said, “Crap,” but she stalked off to get swabs from the bathroom amenities.
    “I’ll need three. Head, heart, hand.” Isis set out candles, crystals, herbs.
    Though she rolled her eyes, Eve crossed to the pentagram. If she felt a pull when she stepped into it, she willfully pushed it away. She slapped a look toward Roarke as she coated the swabs. “If it ever gets out that I not only allowed but participated in some voodoo bullshit—”
    He crouched beside her, took her free hand. “My lips are sealed as long as you want them to be. I owe you for this.”
    “Damn right you do.”
    “You’re so tired, darling Eve.” Before she could evade, he leaned to her, brushed her lips with his.
    “There’s power there, too,” Isis murmured. “We’ll need it. Light the candles, please, and stand with me. Together with me while I cast the circle. Hurry. I can’t stay here long.
    “The power of three in light,” she said as Roarke lit the candles. “The power of three in flesh.” She took a bag and walked a circle of salt around them. “Order the lights off,” she commanded, and when only the candles lit the room, she began to chant in a language Eve didn’t recognize.
    With a curved knife she turned, like the hand of a compass. Her face glowed; her eyes burned. She placed crystals at the compass points of the circle, then sprinkled herbs into the water she’d poured into a small copper bowl.
    Whether it was fatigue or the power of suggestion, Eve felt something cold, cold, brutally cold push against the air.
    “It cannot enter what is light. It cannot enter what is bright. And we will not open !” Isis threw her hands high, and her biceps quivered with the strain. “I am daughter of the sun, sister of the moon. I am child and servant of the goddess. In this place, at this hour, I call upon her power. Into me, into mine, bring both light and sight divine. Set the murdered spirit free, send her essence into me.
    “The power of three, by her blood.”
    Isis smeared Ava’s blood on her forehead, on her breast, on her hand. And falling to her knees, she shook. Her eyes glazed like black glass while her face went white as wax. Horror etched into her features. Both Eve and Roarke dropped down beside her. Her hands grasped theirs, her fingers tightened like wires.
    “She’s in some sort of trance. We have to get her out.”
    “We gave our word,” Roarke reminded her. “Christ, she’s cold as ice.”
    Isis bowed back until her head nearly touched the floor. And screamed. For one mad moment, Eve imagined she saw a gash open and gush blood from her throat. And when the witch slumped, Eve wasn’t certain if she was unconscious or dead.
    “Fuck this, we’re getting her out of here now.”
    “Don’t leave the circle.” Isis’s voice was weak, but her eyes fluttered open. “Don’t. The red bottle there. I need it, and a little help to sit up.”
    They eased her up, and taking the bottle, she sipped slowly from it. “It’s not an illegal,” she