“Where are you going, Nyx?” Marie croons, moving to stand in front of me. “You can’t possibly want to leave so soon! We were just getting started!”
“I’ve heard high-risk situations can sometimes activate the shifting ability,” Peter says, grabbing my arm and wrenching me back to where I was. “Maybe we ought to give Nyx here a little help.”
“Get off,” I shout, trying to pull free. “Let me go!”
“Make me,” Peter replies. “Go ahead, shift. Make me stop. You’ve got a whole audience watching!”
The adrenaline is coursing through me by now, but even as I grapple with him, struggling for purchase on the crumbling ledge, I can’t help but frantically scan myself, searching for any sign of shifting potential. There’s nothing. Just soft human flesh and my own flushed shame. Marie watches the strugg
