I settled on telling Nate the truth, or some stripe of it. “You recall me stepping on ley lines?”
“I was busy being possessed at the time, but yeah.”
“It strengthened my magic, a little too much. I couldn’t always control the surges.”
His look was as flat as psych ward monitors, recording but revealing nothing.
“I found a woman who knew my mother.” And twelve more. “It took a while, but I’m fine now.”
It was best he not know of the coven’s belief I was their prophesied savior.
“Did it involve deciphering your mother’s spellbook?”
He remembered. Damn.