Sydney

For a second, the entire world seemed to pause, narrowing until there was just my heartbeat ringing loudly in my ears as my eyes landed on the reason every single person in that club was staring at me.

My jacket, my top, those god-damned black leather pants…

Handprints.

Some kind of pale blue glowing dust smeared across my clothes. Matching the one on Tyler’s hands.

“What is that?”

“Who is that?”

“Looks like pixie dust.”

I slowly lowered my phone from my ear before it fell off my trembling hands.

Only an idiot wouldn’t know what was going on.

Still, my brain was taking its precious time analyzing what...