[repack] - Grachi

Grachi took a shaky bite. The sweetness grounded her. “Your abuela?”

The first rule of being a teenage witch in Miami-Dade County, she quickly learned, is that magic hates a schedule. She accidentally turned her history teacher’s chalk into a gecko during a lecture on the Spanish Inquisition. She made the school’s entire vending machine dispense nothing but pastelitos —which, frankly, made her a legend for about six hours. But the worst accident happened during cheerleading tryouts. A rival, the icy and impossibly perfect Mía Valdez, had sabotaged Grachi’s pom-poms. Grachi, in a flash of instinct and rage, flicked her wrist. grachi

“Path of Sacrifice,” Grachi said suddenly, remembering Abuela’s words. Not sacrifice of blood. Sacrifice of self . Grachi took a shaky bite

She grinned, electric blue dancing in her eyes. “Most people aren’t tejedoras .” She accidentally turned her history teacher’s chalk into

“Same thing, usually.” He pulled a crumpled pastelito from his jacket pocket—guava and cheese, her favorite—and handed it to her. “My abuela used to tell stories about the tejedoras . She said they weren’t scary. She said they were lonely. Because the magic wants to be used, but it doesn’t care how.”