I was afraid to ask, but I had to know. “And what, exactly, are you?” It sounded so crazy that I almost couldn’t say the words. “Casters,” she said quietly. “Casters?” She nodded. “Like, spell casters?” She nodded again. I stared at her. Maybe she was crazy. “Like, witches?” “Ethan. Don’t be ridiculous.” I exhaled, momentarily relieved. Of course, I was an idiot. What was I thinking? “That’s such a stupid word, really. It’s like saying jocks. Or geeks. It’s just a dumb stereotype.”
