I helped myself to a Coke from the small tray of drinks that Carlos had left out for us so I didn't have to face him as I spoke. "Because if I am a witch, I'm not Rasha."

"Technically, Rasha are kind of mini-witches. Witches lite." Rohan planted himself in front of me, tipping my chin up to meet his gaze. "You'd be better than Rasha."

I doubted that. The snag in my hypothesis was that my magic signature wasn't red and neither Dr. Gelman nor Sienna had pegged me as a witch, ...