“Your dad and me?” he continued, his pleasant voice seeming to fill the kitchen and sounding right. “I don’t know how we got through those last years without killing each other. We both loved your mother, and she loved both of us.” He hesitated, then added, “For different reasons. She thought it was hilarious when her scent charms worked so well that even the instructors couldn’t tell he was a human. His ley line skills were more than good enough. It was crazy, the both of us vying for her, and her caught in the middle.”

I glanced up and he dropped his eyes.

“But I got her pregnant with Robbie right as my music career started to take off. West Coast take off, not just local stuff. It changed everything.” His gaze went unfocused. “It threatened to steal both her and my dreams—what we thought we wanted.”

I felt him look at me, and I said nothing, tilting my bowl to get the last of my soup.

“Your dad always blamed me for getting her pregnant when she could have finished her studies to go on to be one of the premier spell-developers in the state.”

“She’s that good?” I asked, taking another bite of toast.

Takata smiled. “You won every Halloween contest you ever entered. She continually developed potions to pass the I.S.’s increasingly sensitive detection charms for your dad. She told me once that Jenks thought she was light on the magic, almost a warlock. It wasn’t because she was not spelling, but because she was.”

My head went up and down, and I wiped the butter off my fingers. Crap, I had forgotten to pick Jenks up at the gate. I hadn’t even slowed down long enough for them to get it open. Maybe Ivy would go get him. I wasn’t going back there.

“Okay, I got the picture,” I said. “I get my earth magic from her. And Trent says you’re good at ley lines?”

He shrugged, tossing his head to make his dreadlocks swing. “I used to be. I don’t use them much. Least not consciously.”

I remembered sitting next to him on the winter solstice and seeing him jump when the circle at Fountain Square closed. Yeah, I probably got my ley line skill from him. “So you got my mom pregnant and decided your dreams were more important than hers and left,” I accused.

A deep flush colored his pale complexion. “I asked her to come with me to California,” he said, pained. “I promised her we could raise a family and build both our careers at the same time, but she was smarter than me.” Takata crossed his arms over his thin chest and shrugged. “She knew something would suffer, and she didn’t want me to look back and blame her and the baby for taking my one shot at greatness away.”