His was a far steadier power than Cousin Sergio’s, as deep and slow as the bedrock that the city was built on. It anchored the illumination and gave it a solid place to stand. At the same time, images flicked through Rosa’s mind, too quick to follow—scenes of a long life lived gladly and well, an incredible depth of knowledge, and a love for his family that warmed her like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. His power grounded her, slowing the sudden hummingbird-race of Rosa’s heart, offering shelter from the terrible storm of magic around them.
