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warning gestures as Connor asked it.
    I couldn’t help the scowl that spread across my face like a dark shadow. “Because I realized every Halloween memory I have, including possibly the ones involving you, are a flat-out fucking lie,” I stated flatly.
    Connor’s black-brown eyes went wide and he choked on his drink. “ Oh! ” Then an uneasy grimace spread across his face as what I had said really set in. “Lame…”
    “Yep.” I let the scowl slip from my face to be replaced with the best smile I could muster as Chan-rin and Bianca bounded up to us.
    “Chan-rin likes this Halloween!” she announced gleefully as she proudly held out her pumpkin pail.
    I crouched down, and peered into Chan-rin’s nearly-full pail. “Wow, that’s quite a haul you’ve got there, Chan-rin. Do you want to empty some of it into my backpack so it’s not so heavy?”
    “It is not too heavy for Chan-rin,” she countered with a slight pout.
    “Okay, but when it is, you let me know, alright?”
    “’Kay, Big Brother!” Chan-rin chirped. It was unfailingly adorable that in the short time she had been around us, she had already adopted some of our phrasing into her vernacular.
    With a true smile sliding across my lips I looked over at Bianca’s equally full pail. The first few minutes had been more than awkward, but now her and Chan-rin seemed to be thick as thieves. “Is yours too heavy, Bianca?”
    “No,” she replied with childish defiance as she raised her chin a tiny bit.
    “Okay, then.” She continued to look at me oddly, her head cocking slightly to one side. “What is it Bianca?” I asked self-consciously as I shifted my weight.
    “Your horns are longer.”

In Plain Sight
    Wednesday, October 31st

    PATRICK

    “W hat did you say, Bianca?” I asked in a low, startled voice. There was no way—no way in hell —that she had said what I thought she’d said.
    “Your horns are longer,” Bianca repeated as she pointed at my head.
    She was right, that they had grown longer since the last time I had seen her—about an inch a month so that they were now about four or five inches long, curving around to just past my ear—but she shouldn’t have known that.
    Travis’ jaw dropped open, and then his head jerked toward Connor. “Your sister’s a Truth Seer ?!”
    “A what ?” Connor asked in alarmed confusion.
    “Oh, gods, this is bad. Very, very bad,” Travis said as he covered his mouth with his hands, nearly hyperventilating.
    “ Hey ! What did you call her?” Connor nearly shouted as he grabbed Travis’ shoulder and jerked him around to face him.
    “A Truth Seer,” Travis repeated, too shocked to even be irritated.
    “What the hell does that mean?!” Connor snapped angrily.
    “A tiny portion of the human population—and when I say tiny, I mean really frakkin’ microscopic—has kenshanathea . It’s a genetic mutation that allows them to see us,” Travis informed him as he finally jerked his shoulder out of Connor’s grasp.
    “So they can see us?” I asked in alarm, unable to keep my eyes from darting around the crowds of parents and kids filling the Japantown Mall’s common area. Completely unaware that three daemons was among them.
    “Actually, it’s kinda worse than that. Most of our abilities don’t work on them,” Travis admitted uneasily in a low voice.
    My eyes drifted back to Travis. “When you say most…?”
    “Shields, influence, memory modification, none of it works.”
    “Well… fuck ,” I breathed out, my eyebrows shooting up.
    “Is my sister in danger from you people?” Connor asked with narrowed eyes as he moved Bianca slightly behind him. His brilliant red coat acting as a warning.
    “ No . Truth Seers have been protected by Karalia law since 1898,” Travis stated as if the idea that we would hurt Bianca was insulting.
    “And what happened before that, huh? Did you kill them?” Connor asked with a growl.
    Travis looked back at him with fire in his eyes. “We never