I exhaled as I closed the door. I knew it was the middle of the night for my sister Sarah, but I pulled out my phone and hit her number anyway. She answered after four rings.
“It better be good, Hollie, or I swear I’ll fly on my broomstick to Ireland and throat punch you.”
Leaning against the office door, I ignored her and said, “Sarah, what’s the likelihood that Lucas could…you know…be…one of us?”
It only took her a minute to burst out laughing. When I didn’t respond, she sobered up. “Oh my gosh, wait, are you being serious right now?”
Nodding, I let out a breath and said, “Totally serious. I think Lucas is a witch.”
Sarah was silent on the other end before she finally whispered, “She was right.”