"Yeah," Caden says with a soft chuckle. "I've been writing about stuff like this for years. Imagine my surprise to move here and find out that not only is it all real, but I'm actually part of it."

He watches Joel curiously and furrows his brow for a moment before shaking his head. "It's genetic, then? I suppose that makes sense. My mom isn't magic. She's very open about her life. Way too open, really. She would have told me."

Caden's eyes widen and then he groans, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. Fucking figures. "My father," he says, dropping his hand and shrugging. "He took off when I was five. It must have come from him, but I have no way of contacting him even if I would want to."