For some reason, it's the cards itself that finally makes it all click. It's as though all the signals were there and she was so thrown by the fact that she stole his magic that she couldn't make it work. But the flourish with the cards triggers an avalanche of things she should have known and her hand flies to her mouth.

"Oh my God, my best friend is going to kill me."

Somewhere, a young vampire boy named MG is yelling at her because she didn't choose to be appropriately nerdy and she's going to pay for it later.

"You're that Jacob Shrike."