She twisted to the mirror, caught the fading dull cream of cheekbones under stripped flesh before her skin knitted over again. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “I’m not supposed to look like that, am I?” She tore her eyes from the mirror. “You said it wouldn’t be like that!” “How the hell?” He sounded out each word. “Has Kristen touched you?” She shook her head, her eyes wide. “Eden, you cannot let Kristen see you without your glamour. Do you understand?” “Why? Why did I look like that?” “No one builds up Touch that fast. No one can store that much.”
