Then he asked,
"Tell me something, child."
I looked up.
"Do you believe you're ordinary?"
I frowned.
"I... don't understand."
He smiled faintly.
"No."
"I don't suppose you do."
His eyes drifted toward my neck.
More specifically...
Toward the pendant resting against my chest.
The one Dorothy gave me when I was about to leave Hollow Mountain.
His expression changed.
Almost as though he'd just confirmed something.
"You carry old blood."
I blinked.
"What?"
"The blood of witches."
My eyes widened.
"How..."
"How do you know that?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he lifted one finger and pointed toward the pendant around my neck.
"That."
I instinctively looked down.
"My necklace?"
He nodded.
"It told me."
I frowned in confusion.
"This?"
"It was my grandmother
