“Jasper, your hands,” Ari says. His voice is strangely toneless, but we look down. Jasper’s hands have shifted. They’re covered with smooth blue-green scales that shimmer. The texture is sleek against my palm. “Huh, I’ve never done that on accident before.” Jasper tilts his head. “It must be the power Emilia has been pushing into you,” Ari says, but he doesn’t sound convinced. “They’re pretty,” I say cautiously, letting my hand on his neck fall. “I’ve only shifted twice in all my life and each time I couldn’t leave my bed for days.” Jasper releases my hand and brings his up to his face,
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