Teresa didn’t know why the cultists had singled her out as a sacrificial victim. Perhaps because she looked young, fragile, and alone. Perhaps because they sensed the magic in her and knew it could feed they spirit they were summoning. Or they might just have seen the bag slung over her shoulder and assumed her to be a traveler nobody would miss—especially if they hadn’t noticed Rafael and me escorting her earlier. In any case, the skinny cultist with the beard had used a spell to overpower Teresa and force her to accompany him. Then he’d locked her in the back of the van.