"And Rabbi Abrams," I couldn't bring myself to call him Isaac, "didn't think the Brotherhood would sanction that way. Because you're a... what?" I held up my hands at her glare. "My best friend is a half-demon. I'm not going to judge. Especially if you plan on helping me, but this is about Ari's safety. Please."
Her indignation turned to amusement. "A Rasha with a demon friend. You're an interesting girl."
"Thanks. The Brotherhood fails to see it."
"Yes, well, they are stunningly myopic. I'm not a demon, Nava. I'm a witch."
I laughed. "There's no such thing as witches."
Dr. Gelman's face pinched in prune-faced disapproval. "Says the girl with the magic powers." Her fingers twitched.
"Sorry," I yelped. A touchy witch. Awesome. "Besides, I have Rasha magic. Not witch magic. I've never seen anyone go around casting spells."
She grabbed my ring. "What is this, if not a spell?" Her accent grew more pronounced in her anger.
"You knew it was a glamour?"