She sucks in a breath as he takes her hand, as if she's not prepared for this part. The cut itself is going to need to be wrapped up and bandaged, but shouldn't need stitches. "Well, Greendale, where I'm from, we had our own witch trials. They hung thirteen witches from a huge tree, all together, and they thought they'd solved their problem. And they kind of did, because the rest of the witches, my coven's ancestors, I guess, they were quiet and careful. They sacrificed the Thirteen. But they still followed the Path of Night."

She's not sure where to look.

"When a witch turns sixteen, they have what's called a Dark Baptism so they can join the Coven. The idea is that you're reborn on the Path of Night, and a big part of that is signing your name in the Book of the Best, pledging yourself... to the Dark Lord."