The moment the elevator doors closed, Darcy's left hand, hanging at her side, went hot.The heat rose straight from deep in the bone. Slow and mild, spreading along the veins on the back of her hand.Darcy raised her left hand.The fluorescent light overhead was harsh. Right there under it, on the bare skin of her hand, a layer of soft white fur slowly pushed through. Silvery, soft, lying flat against her skin like freshly fallen snow.
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