"What is it that witches do, exactly?" she asked.

There were no witches in her world. They were just the stuff of stories. The real magic came from Mages, who were nothing like the stories at all. Fatima had never met one herself, but she was certain beyond any doubt that Arty had a contact or two among them. There was a sort of unspoken understanding that Mages and Cainites would just stay out of each other's way.

Damned if she could guess who'd win if it was otherwise.