The younger woman rolled her eyes. "You and Joe, always on about your treasure." She looked at me. "Joe's another member of our group. Joe and Sylvia. Only Joe had bowling tonight and Sylvia doesn't like to drive after dark."
" Uh-huh."
"We don't need to worry about these guys raising the dead, Paige," Savannah said. "They're so dumb they couldn't raise--"
I elbowed her to silence. "I'm going to ask you, once more, to leave."
The young man stepped forward, towering over me. "Or what?"
"Better be careful, or she'll show you," Savannah said.
"Is that a threat?"
"That's enough," I said. "Now, we're all leaving--"
"Who's leaving?" the young man said. "I'm not leaving."
The older woman's mouth set. "We aren't leaving until we've communicated with the spirit world."
"Fine," Savannah said. "Here, let me help you."
Her voice rose, words echoing through the silence as she recited an incantation in Hebrew. I whirled to stop her. Before I could, she finished. All went silent.
"Damn," she muttered, leaning in so only I could hear her. "It's supposed to--"
Her body went rigid, head jerking back, arms flying out. A deafening crack ripped through the silence, like the thunder of a hundred guns fired at once. A flare of light lit up the sky. Savannah stood on tiptoe, barely touching the ground, body shaking. I dove for her. As my fingers grazed her arm, something hit me in the gut, throwing me against a tombstone.
CHAPTER 36
KINDA COOL ...
IN A BAD WAY
When I recovered from my fall, I saw that Savannah had collapsed. The four would-be necromancers stood ringed around her prone body. I pushed myself up and ran to Savannah. She was unconscious, her face white.
"Call an ambulance," I said.
Nobody moved. I checked Savannah's pulse. Weak but steady.
"Wow," the young woman said. "That was, like, so cool."
"Call a goddamned ambulance!" I snarled.
Still no one moved. Around us, the air had gone still, but I could still feel the crackle of energy. At a sound near the trees, I looked up and saw a shape moving toward us. Someone was coming.
Cortez. Perfect. He had a cell phone.
I raised my head to tell him to hurry, then saw the figure emerge from the trees. It wasn't a figure at all, but a writhing mass of reddish light that twisted on itself, turning blue, then green, then yellow. To my left, wisps of light wafted from the ground, congealing into a mass that hovered over the earth, then shot into the air. We all stared, transfixed, as one after another of these airy phantasms of colored light rose from the soil around us.
"Oooh," the young woman said. "They're so pretty."
Light shot up around us, gaining in speed, hurling into the air. One soared up right beside me, then swerved and dove at my head. The breath flew from me, literally was sucked from my lungs. I gasped. The light darted off into the trees.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. Light streamed from the earth. Something knocked me hard, pushing me away from Savannah. A deafening howl rent the air. I dove toward Savannah, but a geyser of light erupted between us, pushing me back. The ground quaked, knocking me to my knees. Howl after howl tore through the night.
"Savannah!" I shouted.
The moment my mouth opened, the air was ripped from my throat. A globe of light surrounded my head, sucking the air from me. Pain cleaved through my chest. I couldn't breathe. As I fought, the light seemed to take form. I clawed at my attacker, but my fingers passed through it.