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pining for me when I was gone. I had tried over the last two months to make him hate me, so I had attacked him. I had tried to set him free.
    Something tugged within me. I felt the pull to the null place in the city. A calling to the portal that was the Hell-door. The door spell was complete.
    At the same moment Lila flared brighter.
    And someone knocked on the door.
    “Pizza, this time for reals,” Lila said, and bounded toward the door, taking big leaps and grinning. “I’m so hungry I could eat it all!” A shimmery light surrounded her. Her skin pulsed with light and turned light blue. She laughed. “For reals, I might not share. I could eat all the pizza in the world!”
    Merlin stood and came swiftly to my side. “Morgan. What’s happening? How can I help?” He turned a wary gaze toward Lila.
    “Hungry,” Lila repeated. Steam rose out of her mouth when she spoke. “Oh. Weird.” She breathed out more heavily and grinned. “It’s like my insides are smoking!”
    Adam sat up on the couch. “Babe,” he said. “You’re looking sort of… blue. Is it the spell? She’ll be okay, right?” he asked Merlin and me. His voice cracked.
    “I don’t think so,” Merlin whispered. “How can I help her?”
    “She’s changing.”
    Merlin nodded curtly, keeping all his attention on Lila. He already knew she wasn’t human, but it had not been safe to tell him what she was.
    Lila’s aura grew brighter, and it was hard to look at her in the center of all that light. “So hungry,” she said and reached to open the door.
    The door slipped open the second she touched it, and I saw, too late, that gone was the white pressboard door dirt-stained with a thousand comings and goings. In its place stood a taller door made of a rich mahogany and carved with thousands of symbols and screaming images of men and women writhing in pain.
    Lila had opened the door to Hell.
    Someone stumbled out.

 
     
     
     
     
    12
    The Most Foolhardy of Schemes
    Darkness billowed out around the form that fell out of the door. The door opened wider and leaked clouds of ink and shadow. Lila grabbed the door’s handle and tried to slam it shut. The portal that had opened so easily would not budge.
    The man who had come through the door crawled forward on his hands and knees, groaning with every motion. His leathery hands were covered in bruises and cuts.
    “Move away from the darkness,” I ordered Lila.
    “Sure thing, boss,” she called out cheerily. She stepped away from it, glowing ever brighter.
    I took a step forward, not wanting any of that darkness to touch me, but needing to protect me and mine. It swirled around my legs, hot and prickling. Merlin’s hand slipped into my own as he stepped forward, too.
    “Here we are. Steady on, lass,” he whispered, and it was as though everything broken and terrible between us fell away for the moment. We would face this together.
    A tortured, howling scream came from the door, and the figure on the floor curled up into a ball. I saw his face. It was the Spaniard, bruised and battered. Blood trickled down his neck and one eye was swollen shut.
    “Diego,” I cried out.
    He lay on the ground in a tangle of darkness and looked at me with unreadable eyes. “Morgan. Mi bruja,” he croaked. “The demons found me. And the new Queen?” He shuddered. “She has so many unders in there. I need help. So many good and kind and decent folk who were tricked and fooled by her silvered and forked tongue. By her — ”
    “Diego? Hey, how are you? Terrible, I guess. Yikes, hi,” Lila said. Her voice was high and she spoke so fast it was hard to follow her words. She stood at the center of a sun, so bright it hurt to look at her. She beamed within and shifted from side to side. Manic. Beyond manic, as she transformed. “Do you need some kind of help?”
    “Lila, stop talking,” I said. I had no idea when she would be changed, and when she did, there was one thing I had to make sure happened.
    “Sure