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We stopped in front of the entrance gate and waited for one of Dare’s employees to open it and let us through.
    â€œYou didn’t tell Dare about my Moonchild ability, right?” I said.
    The iron gates ground open in a slow arc as Lon fished his valrivia case out of his jacket pocket and speared me with an irritated glance. That was a no. A small relief.
    I took one of the hand-rolled herbal cigarettes he offered. “I just don’t understand why he assumes I can banish an Earthbound. No one can. Unless you can find a way to travel in time to the Roanoke Colony,” I said with sarcasm. “Then maybe you could locate the magician who conjured yourdemon ancestors from the Æthyr and shoved them into their original human bodies.”
    Lon lit up and passed me the lighter. I cracked the window as he headed out of the estate and onto the main road. “Seems to me you’ve banished all sorts of things you haven’t conjured lately.”
    Sure, things in their original Æthyric bodies, like imps. Not humans or Earthbound demons in human bodies. Then again, my human parents had been sent into the Æthyr . . . but I hadn’t banished them outright—an Æthyric demon named Nivella took them. I just gave Nivella permission. It occurred to me, of course, that I might bargain with another Æthyric into taking Bishop if we were able to find him, but I didn’t say it out loud.
    â€œEarthbounds can’t be separated,” I argued stubbornly. “Your demon nature has integrated with your human DNA. It would be like asking me to separate soul from body. Unless I could piece together some sort of antispell for the original Roanoke Invocation—which has been lost for hundreds of years—it’s a no-go. I’ve got skills, but I’m not God.”
    â€œAll I’m saying is that you don’t really know the extent of the Moonchild ability. You haven’t even used it since San Diego.”
    I mumbled a noncommittal response. Call me a chicken, I don’t give a damn. My ability was unnaturally created by two homicidal maniacs masquerading as parents. What good could come of using it? Too much magick could make even the gentlest of magicians go nutso, and I had crazy genes working against me. If I started experimenting with the Moonchild ability, I was worried some sort of insanity clock would start ticking inside me. How long would it be before it went off? A month? A year? A decade? My parents weren’teven fifty when they started to go banana-boat. For all I knew, I might not even make it to thirty.
    â€œI can do magick the old-fashioned way just fine,” I finally said.
    He grunted—something I interpreted to mean “We’ll see about that.” He dropped the subject. “We need to find Bishop first.”
    â€œMaybe there’s someone in La Sirena who knew him back then,” I suggested. “That might be a good place to start.”
    â€œI just want to get Jupe home first.” Lon swerved out of a bicyclist’s path while trying to manipulate his cell phone.
    â€œStop,” I complained. “I’ll do it.”
    I got out my phone and sent Jupe a message: WE ARE PICKING YOU UP TODAY OUT FRONT. It was 2:30; Lon’s housekeepers wouldn’t have left the house to get Jupe from school yet. I’d call them and tell them not to bother today.
    Jupe’s reply came almost instantly: SWEET!!!! TONIGHT IS MOVIE NIGHT #3, DONT FORGET.
    Groan. A few days ago, he’d emailed Lon and me a list of twenty “must-see” movies to watch before Halloween and pressured me to plan my work schedule around the monster marathon.
    â€œHe’s okay?” Lon asked, trying to hide his anxiety as he strained for a peek at my phone.
    â€œYep. I hope you’re ready for Gore-met: Zombie Chef from Hell .”
    Lon didn’t laugh. Horror isn’t as appealing when it’s happening in your own