Ryder’s eyes widen. ‘Is this like in the Sixth Sense where the kid says he sees dead people?’ ‘I said auras. Not ghosts.’ ‘Auras?’ ‘Yeah. I can tell what a person’s like by the colour of their aura. It’s like an energy field every living thing has around them. I can see whether people are good or bad, healthy or sick. And… I can make them feel different things --- manipulate their emotions…’ Ryder stares at me, dumbfounded. ‘Now, your turn,’ I say quickly, feeling suddenly as though I’ve stepped off a cliff and am free-falling towards jagged rocks below. Why did I open my mouth? Now he thinks I’m a freak. ‘What about you?’ ‘What about me?’ he asks, ignoring my question. ‘What do you see? Am I a good guy or a bad guy?’ ‘I can’t tell,’ I stammer. But how can he be a good guy? He’s talking about robbing somewhere. I can’t kiss a robber. And I sure as hell can’t date one. If I’ve learned one thing from watching my mother’s disastrous life choices it’s to avoid guys who need you to tell them if they’re good or bad, and who are involved in illegal activities.
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