Chapter 221
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, so if I was one, I was a pretty pathetic shadow of one. No longer unique, merely one of a multitude - and a half-assed one at that. I ran my unburned thumb along the edge of the tab. "Right. The Brotherhood would totally see me as better."
"Like you care what they think."
I popped the tab on the Coke hard enough to send up a fine mist of soda. "I care what some of them think."
"Some of us would think it's pretty fucking cool." My mouth fell open and Rohan grinned at me. "What? It'd be like dating - "