studio. Her face twisted. "Ow."

Oh, fuck. Darius pressed back in his chair. His pulse started to race.

Another pop, this one accompanied by a sickening crunch. Madison started to cry. Her shoulder dangled in its socket. "What's happening to me?"

Darius pressed his lips together. His breaths came shorter, faster. Nausea rolled in his gut, and pain stabbed at his temples. This was wrong. This was too much. He hadn't signed up for this shit. His hand instinctively flew to his pocket.

Empty. He still hadn't replaced the sanctuary oil.

Something cracked in Madison's chest. A deep crimson stain spread down the front of her My Little Ponies shirt. She looked down, and cried harder. "Why is this happening? Where's my mom?"

Darius fought to breathe normally. Georgia. Georgia had taught him thatDarius had a flash of deja-vu. Sure enough, she straightened holding a pen and a notepad. Lips pressed together, she wrote something down on the top paper, tore it off and shoved it at him.

Unlike last time, the address was clearly legible. Darius recognized it immediately. "What's in The Mission?"

"Not what. Who." Bez grabbed a limp-looking rag and began swabbing the bar. "Helena Reyes. She's a curandera, lives at that address. Papa's been sourcing our herbs from her for almost a decade." She glanced up at him. "She's the only person in this city who might stock ingredients for a demon-binding spell."

Darius slid the paper into his breast pocket. "Thanks."

"Ask her."

His hand froze inside his jacket. Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew it again. "What are you talking about?"

"Your black