Witch. That might not be a bad word for her. A rogue Wizard who'd defied the White Council so many times, it was a wonder she'd never found herself on the wrong end of a Warden's sword. She'd spent more time among the Fae and the creatures of the underworld than with her fellow wizards, though from what I understood, her motivations tended to be altruistic.

"Nah, I guess she just had a new-age thing going on."

Well. Not a vampire. There's a relief. I let the pentagram fall outside of my shirt and continued walking.