She stepped aside, curious and only slightly offended. But mostly curious. She was used to people dismissing and underestimating her. It was the image she'd cultivated for herself. Every member of her family had a different means of coping with vampirism. Selene was a monster. Artemis was a child. And Diana...

Diana liked being a flake.

But she wasn't. Not entirely.

And as she stepped out of the way, she opened up her inner eye to take a glimpse at the man's aura.

Lots of red for anger and mottled, shifting colors for confusion. No surprise there. The colors were lively and full, though. Which meant he wasn't a vampire. But there was a particular sparkle. Diana had seen it before. A magical marker most humans didn't have.