“She had a lot to get off her chest,” I sighed, “and I suppose I deserved some of it. Get to the point.”
“We’re both witches, you and I,” Ally said, “well, at least the female half of you is. But we’re not normal witches. There are three classes-”
“And you and Trish are Class Three,” I said, finishing her thought, “which means people want you; I’ve seen this movie before.”
“Actually, Jake,” Ally said, looking up at me gravely, “it’s you they want.”
“Because…?” I asked, feeling my nerves stand on edge.
“You’re a male witch,” Ally replied, “the first ever wizard.”
“Trish is the witch,” I replied, “I’m nothing special.”
“You have a dick and balls, and the sperm that carries magic DNA,” Ally said, “and that makes you worth billions. Trish is female, but she’s stuck in a man’s body. For all intents and purposes, she’s a male witch, and so are you.”
The pieces started to fall into place as my mind made the connections.
“All of this,” I said, gesturing to the hotel room, but meaning the entire situation, “our escape from home, our transportation to Vegas, the assumed names and the cheap hotel room, all of this wasn’t to get your regulators off, was it?”
“No,” Ally said, “I wanted them off like nothing else, but I had excepted my situation in Michigan. Once Trish spoke in my mind for the first time, everything changed. No government protection, no military, could save you if word got out that there was a wizard. We needed to get you underground.”
“Couldn’t we have just…not told anyone?” I asked, “Wouldn’t that’ve been easier?”
“Until you took a drug test, or a blood test, or someone swabbed your cheek,” Ally said, “and then everyone would know, and you’d be fucked.”
“Literally,” I smiled, “they’d have an assembly line of witches just waiting for me to breed. Shit, Ally, I could have just contracted myself out and become the richest gigolo in the world!”
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