Someone was following her. Carson recognized him from her stop at the sidewalk coffee vendor twenty minutes ago. She was at a Chinatown intersection, waiting for the walk signal to change color. And so was he. The same man. For one thing, his height was unmistakable. People crowded the corner, waiting like she was. When she glanced over her shoulder, she recognized him because she'd seen him twice already. His gaze swept across her, and she looked away quickly. Her heart beat so hard and so fast she had to breathe through her mouth. Streaks of color flashed at the edges of her vision, a sure precursor to total debilitation. If Magellan had sent him, she was as good as dead.
Name: Carson Philips
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'2 if she stands really straight.
Race: Human witch
Carson is loyal and despite her upbringing has a strong sense of right and wrong. She's brave, too. She's suffered from migraines ever since she was about twelve or so. They aren't really migraines.
Her real familhy is dead. The only father she's known is Alvaro Magellan, and he's not the fatherly type.
What's that?