Megan stood outside the office of Connor Proclaw's office and flexed her hand. It felt just like it did before, but she knew it wasn't the same. If she flexed her fingers out wide, blades slid out from under her fingernails or disappeared beneath them. And if she squeezed her thumb, she'd generate enough of a charge that it would incapacitate a person, the length of time based on their Wits and their total HP.

She tapped a finger against her teeth, wishing she had thought to get a ...