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Mel
said. 2
    I
wished I could grab Royal and hold him. “Carrie said you catch an aura, right?
Is it those colors shimmering around him?”
    “You
can see it?” Excited, Jack wiggled his hips. “Remember we told you we sensed
something on people but couldn’t see it? You can, so catching on will be
easier. Go on, feel it.”
    I
made a face. “I tried to touch him and fell right through him. Didn’t feel a
thing.”
    “An
aura is different,” Mel said. “It’s kind of weird, a barely there something slightly
heavier than air.”
    “Gotta
do it, Tiff,” Jack urged. “Or be tied to this room forever.”
    “Or
until her murderer dies,” Mel said softly.
    “He
can’t be my murderer when I’m not dead!” Not screaming the words took effort.
    So
what did that make him or her, my attempted murderer? What happened when he
died? If the death of a killer releases the victim’s shade to the afterlife, it
stands to reason his life holds them here. If my attempted murderer’s life kept
me here, what. . . ? I scowled. I couldn’t figure it out, nothing made
sense. I didn’t understand these new rules, or lack of rules. Frustrated, I stomped
across the room.
    “Shut
up, moron, don’t make it worse,” Jack hissed at Mel.
    “Don’t
you moron me, Mister Ass Wipe.”
    My
brows knitted. I didn’t want to touch Royal and feel nothing, as I did before,
but I had to learn how to grasp a living person so I could get out of this
hospital.
    “Hush,
I have to concentrate.” I hesitantly reached for Royal. He sat with eyes
closed, elbows propped on the bedside. I drank in his familiar face: the
dark-copper lashes brushing his pale-copper skin, the hollow scooped beneath
his cheekbone, the shimmering copper and gold hair falling lose on his
shoulders.
    To
everyone else he is a tall, muscular man with sun-streaked brown hair and a
copper-tone tan, but I see him shine. Sometimes, I felt as if I stood with the sun
on my face.
    I
tentatively pushed my hand in his aura.
    And
felt nothing.
    “Guys!”
    Wait
a second. I did feel something, a soft whisper on my skin as if smoke clung
to my hand.
    “I
think I feel it.”
    “Yay!”
from Mel. “Now you have to take hold of it at the very end.”
    I
peered at my hand. “Why the end?”
    “We
don’t know. You can go in an aura but if you want to ride with a person, you
have to catch the end.”
    “It’s
not like strands of hair, this stuff fades to nothing. I can barely feel it so
how do I know where it stops?”
    Jack
crouched next to me. “It isn’t easy. Pull your hand away gradually and feel
where the aura ends. As it’s kind of wispy, the transition is difficult
to detect. You have to keep practicing. Once you have it, it’ll be natural, you
won’t think about what you’re doing.”
    “Like
eating while you’re reading or watching television,” Mel gabbled. “You don’t
watch the spoon or your mouth, you don’t think about it, but you stick the food
in the right place anyway.”
    “It’s
nothing like that!” Jack guffawed.
    “Then
you come up with a better analogy,” Mel huffed.
    “I
can think of dozens.”
    I
tried again, and again, and could almost feel where the aura ended, but when
I got there the stupid invisible thing slipped through my grasp.
    Royal
spoke in a low voice. “I must leave in a moment. I am harassing Mike Warren and
he is due for another visit.”
    His
voice turned hard on the last few words, but I didn’t waste my pity on Mike, the
captain can hold his own.
    He
stood, and leaned over to put his lips to my brow below the wad of bandages.
    “Quickly,”
Jack said with agitation. “Get him before he leaves!”
    I
tried. The aura curled over my fingers, threaded through them, and when I felt
it on my fingertips but not my palm, I closed my hand.
    Royal
stuffed the necklace in his jacket pocket, stepped around the chair and walked
from the room.
    “Damn
it to hell!” I screamed, vexed beyond measure.
    “Well,
that’s it for now.”