Chapter 10
“Mama,” Harmony protested. Still, she plucked the toddler back out of my arms as adroitly as ever a mother bear stepped between a pack of dangerous werewolves and her curious yet innocent offspring. “We aren’t campesinas supersticiosas. Speak English so our guest can understand.”
I forced a healthy helping of confusion onto my face even though my own grasp of Spanish was good enough to know that Harmony was accusing her mother of being a superstitious peasant. Unfortunately for me, the older woman’s subsequent words were even easier to understand.
“You. Leave,” the matriarch ordered, pointing at the door behind my back with all the force of a parent chasing a stray dog out of her spotless kitchen. Meanwhile, the older woman’s grip slid down the shaft of the cane as if she ful
