Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t be handling it well. Probably about as well as Julian. Maybe worse.
Yadriel sighed. “I have to go to church. There’s some big meeting going on.”
When Julian didn’t respond, he headed for the door but then paused with his hand on the knob.
“One thing, though.”
Julian glanced up.
“If you ever throw a tantrum like that again, and I have any reason to think you’re going to hurt someone, especially Maritza…?” Yadriel pulled Julian’s necklace out from under his hoodie, letting the St. Jude medal dangle from his thumb. “I’ll throw this and you down the sewer. Got it?”
Julian’s ears burned bright red. He nodded, shoulders hunching.
“Great.” Yadriel left the room and closed the door with a snap.
TWELVE
All the brujx were gathered in the open-air courtyard behind the church. Receptions were held there, from weddings to birthdays. Archways were cut into the stone, painted the same color as the church. It was filled with long tables covered in serape runners and centerpieces made of tissue-paper carnations in clay vases. Dozens of colorful papel picado were strung up overhead along with paper lanterns.
Tables laden with food were set on the outer edges between the pillars. There was pan de muerto, rice, beans, and large aluminum platters filled with ropa vieja. The shredded beef cooked in spices and red peppers was one of Lita’s specialties.
Lita had ushered all the young brujx to a designated table and put them to work. Eight brujx from ages six to fourteen worked on crafts for Día de Muertos. Molded sugar skulls were waiting to be decorated. Crates full of freshly picked marigolds, chrysanthemums, and deep purple magenta were stacked neatly to the side, making the air smell like sweet apples.
Yadriel followed his tío and grabbed a plate of food before moving toward the crowd surrounding his dad. Everyone’s expressions were tense, their voices lowered as they spoke. He saw Tío Isaac, but he was easy to spot. Tall and broad, he stood at least a head higher than everyone else. But there was no sign of Tía Sofia or Paola.
Balancing his plate with one hand, Yadriel pulled out his phone with the other and thumbed out a message to Maritza.
Everybody’s at the church. Where are you?
Maritza’s response was almost immediate.
Being held hostage. They’re making me try on dresses. Send help.
Yadriel snorted.
Sending thoughts and prayers.
Yadriel’s dad stood in the center, mustache ruffled and head swinging back and forth as he was bombarded with questions.
“Enrique,” Tío Catriz called. He pointed down at Yadriel, and his father had to get on his toes to see him.
Yadriel shrank as everyone turned to look at him.
His dad let out a relieved sigh, and Yadriel gave him a guilty smile. He squeezed through the sea of brujx to get closer.
“Where have you two been?” his dad asked, voice edged with frustration, though he mostly just sounded tired.
Yadriel felt another pang of guilt. His dad looked exhausted, his eyes bloodshot and ringed with dark circles. How many hours of sleep had his dad gotten over the last twenty-four hours? It couldn’t have been much.
“Sorry, Dad,” Yadriel said, because he was. He hadn’t meant to worry his dad. He had enough on his plate without Yadriel causing him more stress.
“You keep running off and coming home late,” Enrique said, like it was a question.
Yadriel tried to think of an excuse. What would Maritza say? “I just—”
“He was with me, hermano,” Tío Catriz said, his smile apologetic as he placed a hand on Yadriel’s shoulder. “We were having a heart-to-heart, lost track of time. We didn’t mean to worry you,” he explained with gentle sincerity.
Yadriel stared up at him, surprised.
Enrique frowned, deep creases wrinkling his brow. There was something churning behind his eyes, but Yadriel couldn’t quite place it. He got the feeling his dad didn’t like that answer, but then he gave a short nod.
Luckily, Yadriel wasn’t going to get lectured, at least not at the moment. His dad had bigger matters to tend to.
“How could there be no sign of Miguel?” a younger bruja asked, and the group devolved into more arguing and questions. They converged around his dad again, pushing Yadriel and his tío to the outskirts.
“Thanks for that,” Yadriel said to Tío Catriz. “You really didn’t have to cover for me.” The last thing he wanted to do was drag anyone else into this mess he’d gotten himself into, especially his tío.
Catriz chuckled. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said with a wink.