Gavin shook his head, exhausted from trying to persuade them to just go home. “No, please don’t go. It’s not safe,” he said one more time, his voice tired from saying the same thing over and over again.
“He’s innocent. He’s no more a hybrid than you are. If they test his blood, they will know. They have to let him go. Let’s go, Carmela, boys. We’ll come back here, Gavin. He talks about you all the time,” Señor Ochoa said, standing up.
But he is, and so are his brothers, and one of you, has it in their blood. A dusting of feyness.
“Maybe Gavin’s right, Dad,” Angel said, as Carlos nodded in agreement. “You know how these people can be.”
“Vamanos. Basta de hablar. Let’s go. Enough talk.”
Gavin walked with them to Columbia Street and pointed them in the right direction to find the campus
