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    “Roof.” She blotted the spill with a tissue. “Lunchtime yoga.”
    “Thanks.” I headed for the elevator and made my first stop Ryan’s apartment. Boxes of my stuff were heaped in the entryway. I winced and grabbed the one on top. I’d never lived with a guy before and this made it seem like I was nesting instead of visiting. If it annoyed him, I’d get out, but for now I wanted to stay close. If I had another episode, Ryan was the only one I trusted to channel my powers to safety.  
    He made things a lot safer.
    I set the box down on the guest bed. My clothes already hung in closet. That made me uncomfortable. I’d done whole shows in London without unpacking my suitcase. It felt way too permanent, seeing all my hangers lined up the same way they’d been at home. I lived like a transient, always on tour and always looking forward to the next show.
    Now there was no next show.  
    Ditching the sweaty borrowed clothes, I dug out some leggings, a bra-tank and a wrap sweater. I had a few pairs of my custom pointe shoes, but I’d burn through them pretty quick if I trained full strength. Powers would probably speed that up. Maybe Angel could get the rest from the studio. I doubted anyone there wanted to see my face.
    Someone had rescued my purse, and my cell phone was plugged into its charger on the nightstand. No way I was ready for that. As long as I was living in penthouses and hanging with heroes, the real world was far, far away, and that was how it needed to stay.
    Slinging two pairs of pointe shoes over my shoulder, I headed for the roof. As soon as I stepped outside, I wished I’d worn something heavier than the sweater. It was freezing outside.
    And…snow? In April?
    Angel and another woman bent deep into downward dog. When they dropped, moving into cobra and stretching their backs, icicles sprouted from the woman’s fingertips.
    Was this some new thing? Like the hipster version of hot yoga?
    The one with the icicles spotted me as the two of them made it back to their feet. “We’ve a guest, Angel.”
    “Belle.” Angel grabbed her water bottle. “I should’ve introduced you to the team sooner. This is Ivory.”
    “Very nice to meet you.” Ivory flipped her sheet of platinum hair over her shoulder with a flurry of snowflakes. She was more than a foot taller than me and Photoshop-gorgeous. The Nordic version of an Amazon.
    We shook hands, hers being ice cold and extremely firm. “Glad to meet you too.”
    “You’re training with Ruin?” Ivory tipped her head to the sky, and the last few snowflakes settled. That must be fun.
    “Trying to. It’s gonna take a while.”
    “I have to get back.” Angel grabbed her towel. “Stay. Chat with Ivory. She’s the girl to talk to about power control.”
    “I wanted to ask you about…” But Angel was already waving on her way downstairs. So much for my barre .  
    “She’s distracted.” Ivory stretched her fingers, flicking shards of ice. “That’s no easy thing to fix, with a mind like hers.”
    “Ryan, er, Ruin, said something like that.” Seemed to me like they expected her to do everything around here.
    “I won’t speak of her business, but Angel mourns a lost possibility. Without our leader, much of the work falls to her, and when she insisted on planning my wedding…” Ivory shook her head. “It’s too much even for her.”
    “ You’re getting married?” As soon as I asked, it sounded rude. Why couldn’t she get married? “I mean, congratulations.”
    Ivory’s spreading smile was the warmest thing about her. “To my Panther. This Saturday.”
    “You must be busy.”  
    “Not at all. It will be a small ceremony. Just the Ten and their guests at the reception.” Ivory’s gaze turned predatory. “And Tank promised I can chase away the paparazzi if they come too close.”
    “That sounds…” Like something I didn’t want to be involved in. “Are they a