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She didn’t fight the smoke. She stepped into it. And instead of trying to destroy Doña Sofía, she showed her. She showed her the memory of her own grandmother, the cazadora , burning a young tejedora alive in 1952. She showed her the pain, the fear, the endless cycle of vengeance.

Doña Sofía staggered back, the smoke dissipating. Her face, for the first time, was not cruel. It was old. And tired. And maybe, just maybe, sorry. grachi

That was the day Grachi learned the second rule: magic has consequences. And Mía Valdez, it turned out, was not just the daughter of a real estate mogul. She was the granddaughter of a woman who had been burned—literally and figuratively—by witches before. Mía’s grandmother, Doña Sofía, was a cazadora . A hunter. She didn’t fight the smoke

That’s when Diego found her.

“That sounds like a telenovela,” Grachi muttered, but she put on the bracelet. Her hair settled. The buzzing in her fingertips faded to a hum. She showed her the memory of her own

But then she reached for her toothbrush, and it flew across the room, landing bristle-first in her orange juice.