Grachi

“We are not brujas malas , mija,” Abuela said, extinguishing the flame. “We are tejedoras . Weavers. The magic is in the blood, but the intention is in the heart. You cannot let the spark control you. You must control the spark.”

“Path of Sacrifice,” Grachi said suddenly, remembering Abuela’s words. Not sacrifice of blood. Sacrifice of self . grachi

“She died when I was ten. But she had a book. Old. Leather. With a symbol that looks a lot like those lines on your hands right now.” “We are not brujas malas , mija,” Abuela

Students screamed. Teachers ran. And Doña Sofía just smiled. “We are not brujas malas