Well, afterward we would go live in his house, I supposed. It wasn’t exactly my style, at least the small part of it I’d seen so far, but that really didn’t matter so much. I’d get used to it. Just as I’d get used to living here, to being a part of the prima’s immediate family. Maybe sooner or later my grand destiny would reveal itself. Or not. It was entirely possible that what Isabel Castillo had seen all those years ago was only the awakening of my talents, as if, for whatever reason, I’d had to come to Santa Fe in order for my magical gifts to show themselves. I wanted to believe that was the truth. At least then what was happening to me would make some sense.
“I suppose I’ll find out where we’re going soon enough,” I said, then fell silent as the waiter returned with our breakfasts.
