"No, I'm not wowing about how hot you are, even though you are hot. I suppose," she said quickly, still staring at him.

"I am," he assured her, reminding himself that she was probably in some kind of shock.

"Yeah, well, what I mean is that I can really see you."

"Yeah, and?" Goddess, Shaylin Ruede, Marked or unMarked, was one strange girl.

"I lost my sight when I was a just a kid, right before my fifth birthday, but I seriously don't remember being able to see the insides of people. And I think if that was common I'd at least have heard about it on the Internet."

"How can you use the Internet if you're blind?"

"Really? Are you really asking that? Like you don't know about stuff for disabled people?"

"How could I? I'm not disabled," Erik said.

"Again, really? That's not what the inside of you says."

"Shaylin, what the hell are you talking about?" Was she a crazy kid? Had his messing up the Tracker stuff made her not just a red fledgling, but a crazy red fledgling? Crap! He was in so much trouble!

"How do you know my name?"

"All Trackers know the name of the fledglings they're sent to Mark."

Shaylin touched her forehead. "Oh, wow! That's right! I'm going to be a vampyre!"

"Well, if you live. Actually, I'm not sure what's going on. You have a red Mark."

"Red? I thought fledglings have blue Marks and, eventually, blue tattoos. You do." She pointed at his tattoo, which framed his Clark Kent blue eyes like a mask.

"Yeah, well, you should have a blue tattoo. But you don't. It's red. And could we go back to the stuff you were saying about seeing inside me?"

"Oh, that. Yeah, it's amazing. I can see you, and then I can also see all kinds of colors surrounding you. It's like what's inside you is glowing around you." She shook her head, as if in wonder, staring even harder at him. Then she blinked, frowned, and blinked again. "Huh. That's interesting."

"Colors? That doesn't make any sense." He realized she was clamping her lips together, as if she didn't want to say any more, which for some reason really annoyed him, so he asked, "What colors are around me?"

"Lots of pea green all mixed with something watery. It reminds me of the mushy peas some places try to give you when you order fish and chips, not that that makes any sense whatsoever."

Erik shook his head. "None of this makes any sense. Why the hell do I have mushy pea color around me?"

"Oh, that's the easy part. When I focus on it I can see what it means about you." She closed her mouth then and shrugged. "Plus you have some little bright specks that show up once in a while, but I can't tell what color they are and only a little of what they mean. Sounds crazy, right?"

"What does the pea green and the watery stuff say about me?"

"What do you think it says?"

"Why are you answering my question with a question?"

"Hey, you just answered my question with a question," Shaylin said.

"I asked you first."

"Does that really matter?" Shaylin asked.

"Yes," he said, trying to keep a handle on his temper, even though she was annoying the living crap out of him. "What does the pea color mean?"

"Fine. It means you've never had to work very hard at getting what you want."

He scowled at her.

She shrugged. "You're the one who asked."

"You don't know shit about me."

Shaylin suddenly looked pissed. "Oh, please! I don't know why, but I do know I know what I'm seeing."

"Hey, it's not like I have to be dripping in mushy peas for you to figure out this smile has taken me places," Erik said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, explain to me why I also know the gray, foggy-looking stuff means something has made you sad." She put her hands on her hips, squinted her eyes, stared at him. Hard. Then she nodded, like she was agreeing with herself. Looking smug she added, "I think someone close to you just died."

Erik felt like she'd smacked him in the face. He couldn't say anything. He just looked away from her and tried to think through a wave of sadness.

"Hey, I'm sorry."

He looked down to see that she'd hurried up to him and put her hand back on his arm. She didn't look smug anymore.

"That was really wrong of me," she said.

"No," he said. "You weren't wrong. A friend of mine did just die."