FIRE AND FLUORITE

Amy’s singing from the other room woke me while it was still dark out. Not because she sounded offkey, but because she was so damn good.

I tried to enjoy the softly sung words that were sending shivers down my spine, but then my skin began to itch and the need to move overwhelmed me.

I was out of bed in the next second and opening my bedroom door without really thinking things through. Moving down the hallway, I found Amy in the living room. She was already dressed in leather pants that melded to her skin but looked soft and pliable. She had on a white tank top, and her midnight hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

Basically, she looked like a badass biker chick. I was in awe.

She turned her smile on me, acting friendlier than she had the day before. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not as well as usual, but good enough for the few hours I got,” I answered, scratching at my skin.

Her eyes watched my movements. “Shifter jitters. I forgot about those. They’ll go away eventually.”

Right, I thought.