Victoria shrugged, following at Alex’s heels as they neared a road that looked a bit more busy than the one they walked. “Because I can see them for what they are? There’re human-run hate groups out there that’d probably kill to have someone who could tell the difference in their ranks.”
	She frowned, thinking of the anti-supernatural group her aunt and uncle were a part of. They had tried hard to keep her in the dark about their involvement in it, but it had not taken her long to figure out. Especially when they once tried to use her when she was young to sniff out a potential mole among their group. It was about then she had begun to keep her ability to herself, adjusting to playing it off as something else, convincing her guardians she had grown out of it, much like most children grow out of seeing spirits.