My fingers brushed something round and hard under the hem of my skirt. Through the fabric, I felt a faint electric current. Curiosity took over, and I lifted the edge of the skirt.

A black piece was stuck beneath the short skirt—smooth on the surface, like a game token.

“What is that?”

Talia noticed what I was holding, her tone bright with curiosity.

“I don’t know.” When I balanced it on my fingertip, the electric tingle grew ...