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to fear for her safety.
    “Moira, where are you? You haven’t called in three days. I was worried.”
    “I’m still in Santa Louisa.”
    “I’m checking out one more thing; then I hope to know more.” She hoped to still be alive. She very much wanted to be wrong about tonight.
    “Have you seen Anthony?”
    Her hand tightened on the phone at the mention of the name. Father Philip had told her the demonologist was in town, but because they both thought there was time, they hadn’t contacted him. Not that Moira would. Anthony despised her because of what had happened to Peter. He blamed her, even more than she blamed herself.
    “No. I told you—”
    “I should have called him when you arrived,” Father Philip said.
    “So he could get himself killed?”
    “He’s much stronger than he was seven years ago.”
    “He’s not a hunter,” she protested.
    “He’s gifted in other ways.”
    “He hates my guts.”
    “He hates no one.”
    Father didn’t know what he was saying. “I can’t risk him, too.” Her voice cracked. Damn, she didn’t even like Anthony—the man Peter had called brother—and she had to worry about him now.
    “Anthony is a grown man. He’s faced his own battles, and survived.”
    Father Philip believed in forgiveness; Anthony did not. But Moira couldn’t tell Father that. He wouldn’t believe it, or if he did, it would hurt him. And he was the last person on the planet Moira wanted to hurt.
    “You are certain about the gateway,” he said quietly.
    “Yes.”
    “Don’t go back.”
    “I have to. There’s a coven in town; all the signs are here. If this is Fiona—I have to stop her.”
    Father Philip said, “I’ll call Anthony.”
    “No!”
    “Moira, child, you can’t do this alone.”
    “He’s not going to help me.”
    “Yes, he will. You need to have faith and trust, Moira.”
    “And a little bit of pixie dust?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “A joke.” If she didn’t laugh, she was going to fall apart.
    “I’ll call Anthony and be mediator. You need to explain your visions. Don’t go to the site again until you have backup.”
    “Too late, Father. I’m on my way. Something’s happening right now.”
    “Moira—”
    “I’ll be careful.” She hung up.
    “Maybe,” Jared said as he drove too damn slowly, too damn cautiously, through the thickening fog, “I should call my father—”
    “Sure. Call him. Tell him you’re working with Moira O’Donnell, P.I., as in Paranormal Investigations . That you contacted me to check out supernatural phenomena in the area and oh, by the way, there’s a coven of witches on the cliffs about to open a big-ass gateway to Hell and release Lord knows what demonic forces into the world.”
    “You don’t have to be sarcastic.”
    “I’m not . If you want to call him, fine, but you’re already risking your life to help your girlfriend. I don’t know what we’re facing, and if you want to get out now, fine by me.” She didn’t want him to leave her alone, even though he didn’t know what he was doing. But she didn’t want to risk his life, either.
    “I love her,” he said. He didn’t make a move, either to leave her by the side of the road or to make a call. Love Moira understood. It made you do stupid things and it hurt worse than a knife to the gut.
    She wished she had someone to back her up other than a testosterone-fueled teenager playing Romeo to Lily’s Juliet. At least she had a getaway driver. And Father Philip would call Anthony. She knew that as certainly as she knew the sun would rise in a few hours. Whether she lived to see the next day was another story.
    “Step on it, Jared. We might already be too late.” None of Moira’s visions had been about a future event, but Fiona was still around. Rituals took time, especially with Fiona, who liked all the bells and whistles, especially with complex rituals. Moira knew this was a big one. If she cut off the head of the coven, the rest would scatter, and hopefully