It was like a gravitational pull had pinned Micah to the wall.
“Talk,” Rory said, not lowering her arm.
“You’re one of the Others,” he realized, looking at her.
It suddenly all made sense. With magic in their blood, Others possessed a different type of immune system than humans. It explained why she had healed from the Rogue One’s bite.
“What is this, Micah?” she snapped, glancing around the room.
“Can you put me down? I’m not going to hurt you.”
“How do I know that?” she asked.
“Because you’re the one who has me pinned to the wall,” he said. “And you’re clearly more powerful than I am.”
Rory hesitated, but slowly lowered her arm. He slid down the wall, his feet touching the ground. She took a step away from him.
“Why do you have a secret room that looks like your dad’s office?” Rory asked.
Micah sighed, preparing himself to answer the question for a problem he wished didn’t exist. That he was ashamed to admit existed.