Chapter 8

• “Fuck...fuck FUCK!” I roared out, punching a dent into the side of my car once I realized that Evelina no longer slept soundly inside. “She escaped!”
• Amaya was still dealing with those stupid witches. I gave them the money. Now it was time for negotiations. I hated witches. Except for Amaya, they were all weird brujeria practicing nut jobs. The talisman Evelina wore didn’t even allow me to track her scent. Fuck her witchy tia for giving her that stupid bangle.
• However, even I had to admit that it was better she kept it on. When it was off, her scent was so intoxicating. Sandalwood and citrus mixed with hints of violet and an underlying trace of the spent gunpowder. If power had a smell, I had a feeling it would be Evelina’s scent. My eyes tracked the footprints below, trying to make out what direction she had taken. LA VIRGEN (JESUS CHRIST)! This was no place for a defenseless human such as her to be roaming around. These dark witches were dangerous. They were known for their mastery over the dark arts and their affinity for human sacrifices. Over a decade ago, they’d even attempted to summon a prince of hell. They were all fucking crazy. And Evelina was running around in the dark somewhere around here, begging to be one of their victims.