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started, but until then I could stall.
    “Did you—” Ryan cut off. “Why are you wearing my clothes?”
    “Sorry.” I dumped part of the orange peel into the basket. “It was either this or a bath robe.”
    “It’s okay. But your stuff didn’t come?” He picked up his phone. I popped an orange segment into my mouth. “Yeah, Angel? When are… Today? Promise? Fine.”
    He rubbed his temples. “Someone’s bringing your things over later.”
    Tired circles hung under Ryan’s eyes, and he had that glazed look like he’d been staring at the computer screen for hours. “So this is what hero work looks like in real life?”
    “You don’t know how much I wish someone would rob a bank right now.” He pushed back his chair. “Coffee. Then we’ll figure out your training.”
    As we passed Angel’s empty desk, I caught the picture on one of her monitors. She had it playing news, and apparently that still meant me.
    The sound was down, but the headline jumped right out. Belle Fury, Super Ballerina!
    “Super ballerina?” The half-eaten orange in my hand exploded, spraying juice everywhere. “I can’t…”
    The coverage scrolled through a litany of speculations. What would I be able to do with my dancey-powers? Would I fight crime in a tutu?  
    Like everything I’d ever done had been in pursuit of my new job as a punch line. I was an internationally acclaimed dancer, but no one cared how many shows I’d starred in now that I was a hero . Because wasn’t it soooooo much more important to entertain people with the very idea of me?
    “Belle!” Ryan grabbed my shoulder. “Relax.”
    The monitors shook and the lights flickered as waves of power shimmered off of me. “Would it make your day better if I trashed a news station?” Or I could rob a bank. I needed to do something.
    “Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator.
    The physical contact helped me focus. As energy built, I concentrated it into his hand. Red lightning sparked between us, but it didn’t hurt. It tingled like a caress.
    “That’s some power.” Ryan squeezed my hand. “Do that, though. I can channel it better than you can.”
    I sent him another jolt and he sucked in a breath. Lightning sparked all the way up to his shoulder and the elevator’s lights flickered, but we weren’t in freefall, so that was good. Did it feel the same to him as it did to me? It was like his fingertips stroking up and down my arm.
    We went past the garage levels, down to the building’s basement, and the ride was taking too long. Way too long.
    The basement was more of a cavern. Ryan pushed me out into a massive underground dome. It had a few bunker windows along the edges and some target-looking things in the middle of the huge space.
    “Have at it.” When he let go, my energy surged.  
    “At what?” Swirls danced up and down my arms and I wasn’t even moving.
    “Destroy some stuff. You’ll feel better.”  
    That was a plan.
    I sprinted to the middle of the dome. My blood would boil if I didn’t purge the tension from my system.
    So far, I’d been too afraid to test what I was up against, but now I needed to work it out. As my arms and legs pumped, whorls of compressed energy danced around my body. They looked like waves of heat on pavement or the liquidy air that spat out of jet engines.
    A row of those plastic torso men for boxing—or whatever—lined up nearby. Punching just wasn’t going to cut it.
    Already barefoot, I swung my right leg into a quick fouletté , using the aggressive kick to bring my left leg en pointe and execute a pirouette. A massive boom sounded.  
    It was only one spin before I came down to balance, and every one of those plastic armless bastards was on his back. The energy still whirled from my hands, so not even my mega kick was enough to get rid of it all.  
    Keeping my feet planted on their line in first position, I lifted my arms into my port de bras . Instead of going for grace, I