The air crackled with sudden tension, and another electric spark streaked through me. The first had been bright and brief, like lightning in a cloudless sky. This one was slower, more potent, and the heat from it made me feel like I was running laps in Markovic Stadium instead of standing frozen in an air-conditioned dance studio. Mystery Girl swallowed, and even the steady hum of the AC wasn’t enough to drown out my roaring pulse.
