“Anyone can have a supernatural gift. Immortal, Mortal . . . it matters not,” he said. “While Charles may not be able to see why you drew Marcus’ attention, he can see how you did.”
“How is that, then?”
Charles could read auras? If that were true, he would’ve known I wasn’t guilty of following him. That’s what auras were for, right? Reading emotions, intentions, that sort of thing. Surely I didn’t glow some vicious shade of evil. That’d be reserved for someone like Marcus or Cody.
“What about my aura?” I asked finally.
Adrian smiled. “You don’t have one.”
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