"What, had a stress test? No, but I don't go to the doctor unless I think I'm damn close to fuckin' dying," he says. "No insurance and no time to screw around with the bullshit."

He gives her an uncertain look at the sound of a hex being cast on him. He knows she doesn't mean him any wrong, same as Holly, but there's still a part of him that prickles. Still a part terrified of it all, including himself, including what he knows he can do. Worse, he knows it's half his own fear that makes the magic so unpredictable. Holly'd never hadthe same problems.

Holly liked being a witch.

"I guess that's cool. What am I s'posed to do, just try like hell to make sure it don't work on me, somehow?"