What…? My brow furrowed, causing Grigory to frown down at me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his palm coming to cup my cheek.
“I…” I’m seeing things, I thought, shaking my head. “Nothing.” I resumed my path, but the colors began to shift from red to a pinkish hue.
“Zaya?” he asked, his tone no longer holding a sensual edge. “Talk to me.”
“Your aura… it’s changing.”
“My aura?” he repeated. “What do you mean?”
“I… You know how I started seeing auras? Or the darkness surrounding someone?” I’d mentioned it to him during training a few times.
He nodded. “Yeah, you can see the violence in others. It’s not necessarily a natural trait, but you’re a halfling with Graystall heritage. It’s possible your mother mating a human awakened some deep-seated ability in his family line. Demons don’t always play with mortals, but it happens. Obviously.”
“Right.” That was what he told me the first time I mentioned it. “But your aura… it’s… no longer gray.”
His hand on my face tensed. “It’s black?”
“No. It’s red. Well, it was red. It’s… sort of pink now. With a little bit of orange.” I tried to shake my head again, to clear it. “I think I drank too much of your blood.”
He grunted. “My blood doesn’t make others see colorful auras. I’m not a drug.”
Well, I didn’t know about that. I felt pretty addicted to him. But that wasn’t the point. “Maybe I’m just tired?”
“Or maybe your power is evolving,” he countered.
“What?”
Rather than reply, he gently shifted me off of him and rolled out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked him as he left the room.
“Grabbing my phone,” he replied.
“Why?”
“Because I want to test something,” he called back.
I swallowed, not sure I liked the sound of this. “Okay,” I replied slowly, then sat up and pressed my back to the headboard. I pulled the sheets up to my chest, feeling a little too naked now. Strange, considering what we’d just shared, but his comment regarding my powers evolving had left me uneasy.
How do powers evolve? Is that even possible?
“It’s not common,” Grigory murmured, clearly hearing my thoughts. “But it can happen in rare situations.”
He rejoined me on the bed beneath the covers, his long legs stretching out to cross at the ankles as he relaxed beside me against the headboard.
“Right, so we have surveillance all over the palace,” he said. “You know this already, but what isn’t as commonly known is that we use thermal technology because of the shadowing ability some Noxia demons possess. It helps us track their essence should a crime be committed.”
“I see.” Seemed a little overdone, but given my situation with Yakariah, I understood the purpose.
“So, in theory, you should be able to see auras on the screen,” he continued, arching a brow. “Want to test my theory?”
“Not really,” I muttered. “But do it anyway.” Because I needed to know. His aura had moved to a bluer shade now, as if it were tied to his emotions. And underneath it, I could see the gray colors of his soul. A lighter gray, suggesting he had a few darker traits but mostly possessed pure intent. That seemed rather typical for a demon. His mother wore a similar shade around her.
“It’s interesting hearing the description in your mind,” he remarked, staring at me. He leaned forward to drop a kiss against my cheek, then flicked through his phone. “My access allows me to see current footage and older footage.”
“Were you able to see Yakariah’s murder on here?”