Rebecca's eyebrows shot up when Gabriel spoke. "Wait a minute. You're [i]cursed?[/i] If you give me some details, I could try to lift it. As for the whole wicked part, I wouldn't be surprised if I already have that reputation. Kinda comes with the territory of being a Mortifero witch."

She took a bite of her pancakes and waited for him to respond. If it really was a curse, she had to at least try to break it. Might get rid of the stereotype of Mortiferos being alone in the basement surrounded by blood, skulls, and corpses.