Chapter Twelve“Two o'clock. White man, blonde hair, dressed in a white tuxedo, talking with a black-haired short guy,” Diggy murmured into a punch glass.
We moved forward, pausing when the aura in question flickered into range.
Blue. A touch paler than when it first appeared, now sky blue. A human aura.
Regardless of the fact only a handful of preternaturals were able to see auras, Diggy explained during large gatherings, some people felt paranoid enough to pay absurd sums of money on little charms to keep their identities anonymous.
“Roland swears by them,” he'd said.
“And you?”
“Can't tell for sure, but George once mistook a vamp for ordinary, so it could be true.”
As I searched the blue aura for a sign of what it was, I wondered if Roland was right.
“Not human,” I murmured, stat
