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Like the color in your hair. But it’s the silver and copper threaded through it all that I find so unusual. I’ve seen silver in people’s auras before, but never on such pure white and I’ve never, ever seen copper. What kind of creature are you?”
    I raised an eyebrow. “Creature?”
    Her cheeks flushed and she squirmed a bit on the cushion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. Of course you’re human. You’re just something more, right? What’s your magic?”
    “I have no magic.”
    “Somehow I doubt that. You can see your guides—that’s something.”
    “I’m not the only one. Not according to the daytime talk shows.”
    “Pshaw!” She waved that off with one hand. “Anyway, when I saw your aura, I knew immediately that you were special in some way.” She gave me this weird smile, kind of like the ones children get from their kindergarten teacher after she tells them paste is not in the basic food groups. “Being special is a good thing.” She tapped a pink-tipped finger on her equally pink bottom lip. “I’d like to help if I can.”
    “Help?”
    “Elsa lost her soul, didn’t she?”
    “She didn’t lose it. It was stolen. I’m getting it back. So are you going to show me this paper or what?” I held out my hand.
    “Oh yes.” She didn’t give me the paper, just unfolded it and held it up so we could both see it. It was copy of a page from an ancient spell book. When I’d first begun searching for answers, I’d started in magic books. My hair, strength and ability to see dead people at different levels, angels even—these things were magical, even if I didn’t have any weird superpowers. It had made sense to start in magic books.
    There were so many books out there, I’d barely made a dent in them and this wasn’t anything I recognized.
    “This is just a copy, but I showed her the real book. It’s too heavy for me to carry. But I think this spell can help us figure out what’s going on. See here?” She smoothed out the paper as she scooted toward the edge of the couch so she could place it on the coffee table. I leaned over as Blythe pointed to a scary-looking black shadow next to another sort of blackish-lumpish kind of human-looking type thing that might or might not have been on a horse type thing. Apparently, there had been a lack of artists when this book had been written. Good ones, anyway. “There’s a reference to a creature that steals souls. A soul eater. This has happened before. A long time ago.”
    “How long ago?” I tapped my fingers on the coffee table, glancing up when Fred sat on the arm of my chair. Phro had come forward to look at the paper, too.
    “Around the time the gods still meddled in our lives.”
    I glanced at Phro, a grin pulling at my lips. She was always trying to convince us she was the real Aphrodite. I’d wondered, but seriously couldn’t come up with why an actual Greek goddess would be hanging out with me. “That long ago, huh?”
    “This spell was put together to find the person giving the soul eater power. It was used in conjunction with a special warrior.”
    I grinned at her description. Couldn’t help it. “A special warrior?”
    She nodded, her expression solemn. She pointed at the picture I thought might be a horse with a lumpy overly–built blob on its back. I supposed it could have been a man.
    “Look at him,” she said. “He’s big. And he must have been special or the gods wouldn’t have picked him.”
    “Does it say he’s special?”
    Blythe bit her lip, blonde hair falling forward to cover one eye as she looked down. “Well, that’s the problem you see. I haven’t been able to translate all of it. I’m not so good with ancient text yet. But I’m working on it.”
    “So why didn’t you just tell Elsa all this last night?”
    “She didn’t have time since she was meeting someone else. We were supposed to meet here today but when she didn’t answer the door, I had a feeling something bad had