Mabella’s POV“She burned water,” I told Alfredo that night, my head on his chest, tucked into the dark.He went quiet for a bit.“How?” he asked.“Vida didn’t explain,” I said. “And honestly, I don’t think the details matter so much. She managed it more than once, apparently.”He repeated, “More than once.”I nodded. “Catastrophically bad. Her words, not mine.”He laughed at that, low and real, and I felt it through his chest. I kept it stashed away where I keep everything important.“She sounds like she was something else,” he said softly.“She burned water,” I pointed out again.“People like that...remarkable people...they can’t cook. It’s kind of the rule,” he said.I squinted up at him, just barely able to make out his face in the dark.“Can you cook?”He paused. “No,” he said.I let my head settle back down. “Remarkable.”“I can make tea, though,” he said, almost hopeful.“Boiling water? That’s your specialty? Because my mother couldn’t manage even that.”He shrugged under me. “
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