Labyrinth Lost (Brooklyn Brujas #1)(9)

The back door slams shut.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Lula asks. She drops her backpack and stares at me. Her face is a mixture of awe and glee.

She knows.

“Too many people,” I say, turning up the water even though it’s already sloshing over the sink and onto the floor. She lets me wallow in my guilty silence. “What happened to Ivan?”

She walks across the kitchen and leans against the wall beside me. Her cool, gray eyes watch as I scrub away the remnants of chicken parm from two nights ago.

“Oh, he’s fine. Animal control had the snake cornered, and then it did the most curious thing.”

“What?”

“It vanished into smoke. Poof.”

I chance a glance at Lula. Her curls are wild and her pouty lips glisten pink. Then I look at myself in the mirror on the kitchen wall: tangled, sweaty hair; bags from sleepless nights under my big, brown eyes; the sickly green pallor to my tan skin.

Lula lets out an excited squeal and hugs me. She bounces up and down, then leaves a sticky kiss on my cheek.

“How did you do it?” she asks.

I shake my head. I rinse the plate in my hands. I grab for another glass to clean. I breathe. And breathe. And breathe. And Lula bounces around me, doing a bruja dance of joy.

“Do you know what this means?”

“Rose gets to eat all the ambrosia?”

“Smart-ass. This means the three of us finally have our powers!” If she had peacock feathers, they’d be proudly displayed. “This is huge! Think of the things we could do. Why aren’t you more excited?”

“Because I made a snake come out of a boy’s throat!”

“You conjured, Ale! I mean, he’ll probably have nightmares for a few nights, but the snake disappeared when you did. What did he do to you?”

He broke Rishi’s nose. He attacked me. He had the same red eyes Miluna had on the day…

“I wonder the extent of your powers.” She keeps going, pacing around the kitchen table. “Maybe you’ll learn to heal, like Ma and me. Pa could control weather a little. Do you remember? Before his disappearance—”

“Dad left,” I shout. The glass cracks in my hand. “He left us.”

Lula stops her frantic pacing. I stare at myself in mirror again. You are not a bruja. You are a girl who needs to get far, far away, where the blood dreams can’t follow.

“You don’t know that,” Lula says. Her bottom lip trembles and her stormy-gray eyes are glossy with tears.

But I do know that. I was there.

Everyone has a theory of why Patricio Mortiz, benevolent brujo and loving family man, disappeared without a trace. Some think my father was taken by the kind of people who still hunt people like us. But there was no struggle or ransom note. I know in my heart that he left because of the magic inside me. No matter how much I try to forget, the memory floats on the surface of my mind.

It was an accident. Back then, I repeated that like a mantra.

I was ten years old and suffered from nightmares and paralyzing headaches. No one could figure out what was wrong with me. My parents’ Circle came over one day and bathed me in seawater and rubbed ashes on my face to scare away the ghosts. But it wasn’t ghosts. It was something inside that wanted to rip me in half to set itself free.

One day, the pain was so bad I stopped going to school. I was alone in the house. Something woke me, a voice calling from the shadows. Claws scratched against the wooden floor. Miluna prowled toward me, her paws trailing ragged, black shadows. Her normally green eyes were red as rubies, and her pearly white teeth were bared and covered in yellow froth.

It was an accident. I repeat it still.

Miluna attacked me. I raised my hands in defense, and the magic coiled in my heart was unleashed. I saw ribbons of red and flesh. Then, I remember darkness and, for the first time in a long time, relief. I woke to my father shouting my name. “Alejandra, Alejandra, are you okay?” He picked me up and carried me to the couch. My body shook with recoil. My veins buzzed with freed magic.

I cried and screamed and my father held me tighter. He brushed my hair back and kissed away the tears on my cheeks. He cleaned the blood on my hands and face.

“Everything will be okay,” he said, but I could see the fear darkening his gray eyes. I will always remember the way he looked at me, as if he didn’t know who I was. “Miluna was possessed. She didn’t know it was you. There are bad things in this world, Alejandra. They hurt people like us. I’ll take care of it. I promise. It’ll be our secret, but you can’t tell a soul. Do you swear it?”

“I swear it,” I cried. I clung to him, but he pulled away. Wouldn’t look into my eyes.

“Sh, my darling. Everything will be okay.”

He ran outside. From my window, I could see him digging a small grave. I told myself my dad would make things right.

When I woke up again, he was gone, and I knew it was because of me. My own father was afraid of me. I pulled my magic deep inside and kept it there. Our secret.

Now, in our kitchen, Lula gasps. My whole body tenses with magic.

“Alejandra,” my mom says.

I hadn’t even heard her come in. The door is wide-open, letting in the cold.

My mom presses her hands against her mouth. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

When I look up, I see what I’ve done. Everything—the dishes and the beads of water and soap on them, the flower pots, the jars of pickled chicken feet and frog eyes. The vials of cooking spices, the chairs, the frames on the walls, the fruits, and the collection of good luck roosters on the kitchen sill. Even the ends of Lula’s hair.