I fumbled with my apartment keys, the chill of the autumn drizzle seeping through my hoodie. Beside me, Kitsu—the fox demon who had claimed my spare room (and apparently my sanity)—stood perfectly dry. Not a single droplet touched her silver-white hair or the tips of her nine tails, which swayed lazily behind her like ghosts in the mist.
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She laughed—a low, velvety sound—and pressed her palm against my chest. “Your heart,” she whispered. “Still racing.” I fumbled with my apartment keys, the chill
“And miss the show?” She leaned closer, close enough that I smelled jasmine and incense. “Your heart is beating very fast, human. Is it the cold... or me?” I fumbled with my apartment keys