He touched it again, once again feeling the strange tingle—this time he was prepared for the sensation and, apparently, so was she. It wasn’t a static shock, because it didn’t go away. Besides the tingling, there was a strange warmth to it. It wasn’t just body heat, it was more vital. It was akin to feeling a heartbeat, or perhaps the gentle thrumming of a machine at work. Curious, he slid his finger off the mark, into her seafoam fur.