Abuela entered the dining room. "Oh, mi dulce gota de Lluvia," Alma said. "It's half past midnight. You need to go join your husband in your room. I'm sure the kids are fine. They probably just got held up helping some."

"This late at night?" Pepa asked. "¡Eso es una mierda! Something is wrong. I don't know what yet. My babies and Sobrina are still out there. I can't rest until I know that they're okay."

"Oh, mi pobre hija," Alma sighed. "If they haven't returned by tomorrow, then I'll send out a search party. I'll get Bruno to have a vision. Though I'm sure; everything is fine."

"Thanks, mamá," Pepa said.

"Now, do to bed," Alma instructed. "I just got the others down."

"Is Antonio in bed?" Pepa asked.

"Yes, but not before sending Parce out," Alma sighed. "So if you hear someone enter later, it's probably him. I tried telling him that they were fine, but that boy is as resilient as his prima. I'm just glad it's not him looking around."

"I love you, mamá," Pepa sighed tiredly. "I don't think I say that enough."

"I love you too, mi dulce gota de Lluvia," Alma whispered. "Con cada centímetro de mi corazón."


Isabela usually loved being alone. When she wasn't helping the community, she was in her room, experimenting with new types of plants. Right now, the silence felt suffocating. This wasn't her beautiful flower room. This was a lifeless room without a single window. It felt like she was the final person alive.

Dolores was discarded back in the room. She had the start of a black eye. "You still never answered my question, Monstruo Espeluznante," Dolores growled. "Where is my brother?"

"Where your cousin will soon be," the man snapped. "Está usando su don para servir a alguien."

Dolores pounced at the man. He slammed the door shut before she could attack them. "Dolores, dulce prima," Isabela said. She crawled over to Dolores. "¿Te tocó Ese Bastardo?"

"I stopped him," Dolores said.

"How did you stop him?" Isabela asked.

"I bit his pene," Dolores declared.

"You bit his pene?" Isabela asked.

"I would do it again," Dolores said.

"That's my girl," Isabela declared.

"Are you mad at me for getting with Mariano?" Dolores asked.

"What kind of question is that?" Isabela asked. "Do I care that you're dating my ex who Mirabel and I set you up with? The same ex who I was only with because we had an arranged marriage. I couldn't care less."

"It's just," Dolores sighed. "Everyone back home treats me like the puta Escarlata. I'm a horrid witch because they think I stole Mariano from you."

"I'll talk to them," Isabela promised. "All I care about is that he treats you well."

"Thanks," Dolores said. "Nursery sisters?"

"Nursery sisters for life," Isabela added. "We're gonna get out of here, find Camilo, go home, and use our awesome gifts to make sure this man doesn't have children."