“Your heart gives you away,” the Devourer tells me. She turns around to face me. “It’s like a warning bell the way it beats so loud. So scared. I’ll gladly rip it out for you. Save you the trouble it’ll give you down the line.”
“Funny,” I say, pushing myself up. “I was going to say the same thing about your mouth.”
I pull on the anger and fear I’ve felt all my life. I pull on the hope that always feels like it’s slipping away. My magic surges through me, fills me with a power stronger than ever before. I blast the Devourer in her stomach. She deflects it with a wave of her hand, but I catch the worry that sparks in her red eyes.
I find myself smiling because I put that worry there. I’m not running.
Unlike so many times before, I call on my power willingly. It’s an instinct I can no longer ignore. I’m a wild thing, shooting sparks from my fingers. My throat burns from screaming as the Devourer slaps me with the force of her power. It stings cold all over, and I fall and freeze. I shudder as my magic warms me, my muscles seizing as they thaw.
My vision is filled with red. The Devourer stands over me. Black wisps trail at the ends of her long fingernails.
“You’re strong,” she whispers in my ear. “But I’m stronger.”
I flip to the side, narrowly missing her foot to my face. I jump for the silver handle hiding in the blades of grass. I wrap my magic around the mace until it looks like a weapon made of lightning. I swing it at her head. The Devourer’s face snaps to the side. Her hand goes to her mouth, where a thin line of scarlet blood runs down her chin.
She touches it, holds out her fingers to examine the red droplets. Is that fear I see in her eyes?
A sinister laugh makes me jump. Agosto crawls on his elbows toward us. One of his eyes is swollen shut. I can’t tell where all the blood is coming from, and then I see the hole in his head where one of his horns has been ripped out.
“You are weakening,” Agosto says. “How long since you’ve fed, Xara?” Zah-rah.
“I don’t answer to a mortal’s name.”
“Gods don’t bleed,” I say.
The Devourer turns her rage on Agosto. He won’t survive a second round. I can already feel my muscles cramping from the recoil, but I try to ignore the pain and stand between them. My power pulses at the center of my palms, ready to strike.
The Devourer hesitates, then tilts her face toward the light that comes from the sun and moon. What she sees seems to please her. She places her bloody finger to her lip and smiles a cruel smile.
“The difference between you and me, Alejandra, is that I’ve lived a long, long time.”
“That’s not the only difference,” I say.
“It’s my turn to shape the galaxies. And you’re so focused on mourning your lot that you don’t see how insignificant you are in the end. Don’t worry. You will beg me to end your pain soon enough.”
She conjures a great, black cloud. I run toward her, screaming at the top of my lungs as I blast my power at her. It booms like thunder and pierces a hole through her cloud.
She’s gone.
I release the magic I’ve built up into the sky, and I relish knowing that I drew first blood.
26
She is the light in the hopeless places.
She is the sky when the night blazes.
—Rezo de La Estrella, Lady of Hope and All the World’s Brightness
My mother used to pray to La Estrella, the daughter of La Mama and El Papa who birthed all the stars in all the galaxies. For a little while, after my dad’s disappearance, my mom erected an altar for her. She bought a statue of a woman with skin like the night sky, eyes silver like stars, and a blue dress draped around her body. She bought fruits and candles and a starling bird in a cage. It took up an entire wall in the kitchen and none of us were allowed to touch it.
But then the candles burned, and the bird got sick, and the food rotted, and one morning, we woke up and the starling was dead. That was the day my mother lost hope and donated the statue of La Estrella to someone else that needed it.
Here, in the Meadow del Sol, as the adas emerge from their hiding places, as the Faun King kneels before me, I collapse. The brightening sky still sparkles with fading stars, and so I pray to La Estrella.
“Forgive me,” Agosto tells me, crawling toward me. He takes my hand in his. His shackles drag behind him. He can’t stand up, and for the first time, I notice the terrible angle of his broken leg.
I take a deep breath and get on my knees, fighting the recoil that wants to crash over me. I dig my left hand into the dirt and feel for the pulse of the land. I take energy from it, let it filter through me and into Agosto’s wound. The gash closes and the blood dries. The swelling around his eye decreases, and before I can move to his ankle, he pulls me into a tight embrace. He’s so big, so muscular that I’m surprised at how gentle his touch is.
“Forgive me,” he repeats.
I shake my head. It’s not that I’m not forgiving him. It’s that I can’t speak right now. My power is on autopilot, searching for his broken bones. I hiss when I hear the snap in his ankle. Then comes Rodriga. The adas have made a bed of flowers for her. There’s a gash in her side, but it isn’t fatal. Her hand has been torn off. I shut my eyes. So much blood, I think. There’s always so much blood.
Blood is life, Nova said.
I let out a shaky breath and heal her. For a long time, the salamander girl stares at the stump where her hand should be.
“You came back,” she says. “Even after everything.”
“Yeah, even after you threw that wine at me. It’s a good thing I’m already filthy.”
Rodriga laughs, then winces in pain.
There’s a noise off to the edge of the meadow.
“It’s just us,” Nova says, walking in with Rishi.
“Thanks for joining us,” I say.
“I feel like I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer,” Nova says. Then, when he sees Rodriga’s wound, his face blanks.
“How does your foot taste?” Rishi asks him, heading straight to the center of the meadow where I’m surrounded by the adas.
When I turn around, there are more of them, all chained to the trees that create the meadow ring.
Nova walks silently behind Rishi. “What happened?”
“While you were sleeping off your drunk?” I stand, and suddenly all the adas stand too. I take a step closer toward Nova, and they follow.
“That’s normal,” Rishi says.
“Not fair, Alex,” Nova says. “I didn’t know what their food would do to us. We’re in Los Lagos, not their fairy realm.”
I don’t know why I’m picking a fight with him, especially now.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say. I turn to Agosto. “What do you know about the Devourer? You called her by her human name.”
“There is much to tell, encantrix. Perhaps we should wait until you are…better?”
I don’t know what he’s talking about until the recoil slams into me. My knees buckle, and I swear my head is splitting open. Rishi lunges for me, and I lean all of my weight on her.
“No.” I shake my head. “Now.”
“Very well.” Agosto raises his hands and the ground trembles. Grass and flowers grow thick and twist into a tall chair. Agosto motions for me to sit.
“Do you know why the creature feeds?”