Could Tadeo have been bewitched by one of those beings? For Alba, magic was the spells she’d learned from other children: spells to coax someone to visit you, like the one that required the knotting of a cord around a piece of cloth. These were games, innocently played, and carried no dire consequences. She wasn’t quite sure she believed in other forms of magic, in darker things, in real power. Or that she should even consider that the terrors from her childhood tales could be true. Ghosts did not truly roam the mountains and the fields, but she was troubled.
