AMELIA "I can't believe we are finally here. Is it a good idea to be parked so close to the meeting spot?" I glance at Neville, observing his line of vision on the road in front of us. We are sitting right outside the building where the postcard sender wants to meet Neville in a few minutes. Never in a million years have I thought I would be someone's stakeout buddy, but here I am in the car, gazing ahead me through the windshield, wondering what I'm doing here. As much as I would like to deny that I'm here for personal reasons, and even though I'm playing the role of a badass and pretending that I don't read about situations like these in books on rainy Sundays like I usually do, I wouldn't have changed a thing. "To be honest, I almost felt like you wouldn't want to have me to be here with you." "Not going to lie, the thought did cross my head. But then I decided to let you tag along, anyway." He gives me an impenetrable look. "You know my offer stands, but here's the kicker. You ha

NEVILLE"What is that?" I point at the shifting colours as I gesture to my eyes. "Can you see that?"Arnold doesn't blink while Peter runs a hand over his face and stares at me for another long moment before he decides to speak."Yeah, I can see it, Neville." He clears his throat. "We can all see it. This ability means that you have the genes, and perhaps you are a part of us."Arnold shakes his head."This small thing means nothing. It doesn't clearly mean he carries the shifter's genes because we haven't seen him turn yet. Unless he does that, I don't think I can put the annoying suspicion I have about his capabilities to rest." Arnold exhales a breath. "You, me or Rick, none of us can be so sure of the extent of his capabilities just because his eyes have the same eye colour manipulation powers that we have. We use opti-chromakinesis to see our kind out in the wild.""What are you even talking about?" As I say the phrase, a shrill noise buzzes in my head. Sweat beads line my forehe