Make more of them, like this, hide them around your home,” Jovita told her. Alba pressed the handkerchief against her finger. “You mean dead doves?” “Hummingbirds are the best, but doves will do.” “But make them how? Don’t you need an incantation, special powders?” “You need belief, is what you need. You need to clutch the dead bird and stab it with six needles, and at the seventh you tell it, Keep me safe, keep any evil away, and offer your blood, like you did. That’s the crucial ingredient.
