Chapter 32
Foxes are world-class climbers and pretty good jumpers. But I wasn’t just a fox. I was kitsune—ten times better than that.
So my muscles vibrated with tension as I ignored the chatter beneath me. I breathed into my stomach as Dad had taught me. Then I pushed off, nails snagging on gridded metal as I launched myself into the air.
Wind rushed past my fur and my sister giggled in delight before me. She could feel the buzz of woken star ball expanding my lungs, could sense the pure freedom that filled my heart as I embraced the form I was meant to wear.
I was a fox for five short seconds only. Had rebuilt myself into a n***d woman even before slamming into a blessedly unhindered Kira. Our arms melded, our forms twisting sideways. Then we were landing half on, half off the exact
