“Do you have arachnophobia?” Holt asked suddenly, glancing back at her with his eyebrows pulled together. “I-I don’t think so. Why?” He let out the breath he’d evidently been holding, using the brass knocker to rap on the door before turning to her quickly. “Okay, look. I just need you to be cool, okay? I don’t know what the fuck you kids say today, but no freakouts, all right? Your honor as a witch depends on it.” “Oh my word, what kind of place is this? Who are you taking me to?!”
