Grachi ✪

She reached out and, with impossible speed, snapped the leather bracelet.

For two weeks, life was almost normal. Diego Reyes, the cute skateboarder from her chem class, started talking to her—not about magic, but about music and bad TV. Mía, her green hair now hidden under a series of increasingly ridiculous hats, glared daggers but kept her distance. Grachi almost believed she could be a normal girl who happened to have a little extra . grachi

Grachi felt her spells unravel. The sunflowers wilted. The maracas fell silent. The smoke reached for her throat. She reached out and, with impossible speed, snapped

Something hot and defensive flared in Grachi’s chest. “You don’t know anything about me.” Mía, her green hair now hidden under a

“It was an accident,” Grachi said, clutching the obsidian bracelet.

“Help them find the Tres Caminos before the hunter finds them first.”

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.