JASMINE'S POV
Something was… off.
I stood in the hallway of Heart Enterprises, halfway to the elevator, when it happened again.
A ripple of colour moved across the receptionist's body; at first, it was soft blue, then it turned to pulsing orange around her hands, like fire flickering beneath her skin.
She smiled politely as I passed, but all I could think was fear.
That's what orange meant. I didn't know how I knew that, but I did.
Ever since that symbol appeared on my palm last night, the world has been… glitching. It was like a curtain had lifted, and underneath it was something alive, shifting, watching me.
Sophia's aura had shimmered this morning; pale green laced with pink when she teased me, then flared bright, violent red when she read Vale's message over my shoulder.
People were colour now.
Feelings. Flickering energy trapped in skin and bone. And I couldn't shut it off.
I'd broken two coffee mugs and a pen just from holding them too tightly.
