“Uhhh.” Daniel looked from his hand to the elder witch and back again, a look of pure puzzlement on his features. “Sure. I don’t know what just happened.” He turned the hand to make sure it was normal on both sides. It felt normal. Had that magic trick been about him or the beast that shed the blood? Daniel had a feeling he could be described as not good but inconclusive, too.

He touched the minor cut on his throat. It stung like being cut shaving.

“I didn’t know you could do that. I thought you said it was mostly potions.” Now he was looking at Melody for information. The vampire had next to zero knowledge of magic outside of pop culture and vague historical references.