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right? He’d created Arc Angel. And he’d dreamed about Miranda, well, the Arc Angel version of her. He’d even said they were connected. But fear kept her words trapped inside her. What would he say, if she told him the truth? Would he understand and be kind? Would he help her, protect her?
    “Come on, Miranda,” Bryce reached a hand toward her. “You can tell me. Do you truly have those powers? Did you ‘zap’ that mugger?”
    She looked up at him, saw his hand extended in supplication, his eyes filled with a sincere concern. Maybe she could tell him. Maybe he would understand. She took a deep breath, let it out on a whoosh. Then she nodded.
    She stared down at a swirl of orange on the rug right next to her foot, waiting for him to respond. Even breathing seemed too daring an activity.
    Bryce let out a low whistle. “Okay. Wow. This is incredible. You actually have her powers. Damn.” She could hear the leather creak as he sat back in the chair. Miranda waited, wanting sympathy so badly that her eyes filled with tears. Telling Bryce didn’t solve anything, but at least she’d finally have someone on her side.
    “Alright. You have her powers. Now we need to prove it.”
    Her chin popped up, and she stared at him, eyes wide.
    “What?”
    “We need to prove it. I want you to show me how it works, what you can do.”
    She stared at him, hoping against hope that she’d misheard him, misunderstood him, that any minute he’d tell her how now that he knew, he’d take care of everything. That he’d become her hero. Instead, he bounced out of his seat and started pacing between the two leather chairs, and rambled on, seemingly unconcerned by her silence. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and he’d lost all traces of the concern she was almost sure she’d seen a moment ago.
    “Okay, we need to get a better idea of what exactly is going on. I think we should start small, then work our way up to more difficult things. Maybe we could start with the desk lamp. You could try to turn it on and then back off. Yeah, that would be great.”
    He pulled a bottle of pills from his front jeans pocket, shook one out into his hand and dry-swallowed it. He walked to the video camera and looked through the viewfinder.
    Miranda sat, frozen, in the desk chair. Her stomach twisted and churned, and she hugged her arms around her middle, trying to keep herself from spilling out.
    “I’m so glad I had Matthews set this up for me earlier, just in case. I mean, I didn’t know we’d need it, but I had this feeling in the back of my mind that all of this had to be more than mere coincidence.” He straightened up and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “But I thought it would be some weird psychological thing, not that you actually have the power to conduct electricity. Wow, you have the power to conduct electricity. That’s amazing! Now, based on my dream and the weather report from last night, I’m guessing your transformation involved actual lightning. Am I right? We’ll need to take some measurements. I wonder where I can get a hold of a voltmeter. Here, why don’t you come stand right there, so I can start recording.”
    Miranda didn’t move. Her stomach continued to cramp, and chills ran through her body. She hugged herself even tighter. Her breath scraped against her throat and sounded so loud to her that she was sure Bryce must be able to hear her from across the room.
    Bryce didn’t seem the least bit fazed and continued to ramble.
    “Or I could film you sitting there. That would work too, at least to start. Okay. I want you to tell me the whole story about what happened, especially the part about your hair. But first, can we do a little test? I totally want to see the zapping in action. Here, wait until I adjust the camera.”
    The black spots swam in front of her again, the dizziness making her feel like she might faint any minute. She couldn’t take this. She couldn’t stay here.
    She’d