“How do you know of my magic?” she breathed. “The same way I know that Nuri desires to feast on blood and that sunlight weakens her over time,” he sneered. “The same way I know that the sister you killed was a Witch.” She was about to reach for the hilt of the dagger, but his words clanged through her. “What?” “You do not even know what you are, do you? Do you know what lurks beneath your skin?”
