Then he noticed the change in the color of his skin.The hairs on his left arm had burnished,singed darker than the pale coppery hair on his other arm,and the flesh had tanned to an almost golden shade.Derek followed the path the pain had taken,over his shoulder,down to the center of his chest—his entire arm had darkened,and his chest was marked in an uneven pattern,the left side darker than the right.As he watched,the glow spread a few inches in every direction,then a few more,farther,as if tanning in the rays of a small,invisible sun.Where his skin changed,the hairs growing from it darkened into a reddish gold.Warmth spread in the wake of that impromptu tan,raising beads of sweat on Derek’s brow and upper lip.With the back of a trembling hand,he brushed them away.
Still the gold continued to spread through him,discoloring his skin,covering him like an armor forged by the sun.
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