Free House of Night 09 - Destined by P.C. Cast Page B

maybe peaches—or some kind of fruit. And she felt really soft.
    “Oh, god! Sorry.” She suddenly released him and took a step back. Her cheeks were pink and she wiped her eyes. Then those wet, dark eyes widened at something over his shoulder and he spun around, hands up and ready to knock the crap out of someone. “Oh, no. Sorry again.” Her fingers rested on his arm for just a second as she took a slow step past him. He looked down at her to see that she was gawking at a big, old oak. “It’s so beautiful!” With steps that were becoming surer with each stride, she walked to the tree and pressed her hand against it. Staring up into the branches, she said, “I had images in my mind. Things I remember from before I lost my sight, but this is so, so much better.” She wiped her eyes again and then her bright eyes came back to him, and they widened even more. “Oh, wow !”
    In spite of the weirdness of everything, Erik couldn’t help smiling back at her with his hundred-watt movie star grin. “Yeah, before I was zapped into being a Tracker I was on the road to Hollywood.”
    “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