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hand up her coat, searching. She lay on her back—I could tell that much from the feel of the coat’s zipper and the direction of her voice. My fingers touched warm skin. Her neck? She cried out. I snatched my hand away.
    “Broken where?” I asked. “Your shoulders? Arms? Ribs?”
    “My collarbones,” she said between sobs. “Can’t move!”
    “Don’t try. Be still. Stay calm.” The last instruction was for myself as much as her.
    “Cady!”
    I glanced up. Electronic white light floated in the air. Bob jogged toward us, using his cell phone like a flashlight.
    “She says her collarbones are broken,” I told Bob as he wobbled on his feet and began slipping. “Careful!” I wrapped a steadying hand around his shin, leaving a wet splotch of paint on his pants. He righted himself and knelt down with me, shining his phone over Kar Yee. Her eyes were shut tight. Kohl-tinged tears tracked down her cheeks. Her teeth were gritted. Red paint soaked her clothes, skin, and her razor-straight black hair.
    “I’m here, Kar Yee,” Bob said.
    “Help me,” she pleaded.
    He leaned closer, gingerly pulling open one side of her coat. His slicked-back dark hair gleamed in the light of the cell phone. “I can’t heal bone until I know where the break is. We need an x ray first.”
    “Someone call 911—now!” I shouted behind me. “Tell them we’ve been robbed and someone’s injured.” When a couple of voices replied in consent, I turned to Bob. “Sacred Heart’s a few minutes away.”
    “A lot of Earthbounds on staff there,” he agreed. “Maybe someone knew my dad. I’ll ride with her in the ambulance.”
    She sobbed again.
    “It’s going to be fine,” Bob assured her in a calm voice. “You aren’t bleeding?”
    She said no, but who could tell with all the damned red paint everywhere? Assholes. They ruined my binding traps, stole from us, and hurt Kar Yee.
    Then it hit me: this was part of the crime spree Dare had been talking about last night.
    Like Merrimoth’s out-of-control temperature knack, the telekinesis and electricity-zapping I’d just witnessed were not normal, but the boys hadn’t been transmutated. No horns. No fiery halos. Just teenage Earthbounds with enhanced preternatural powers. How the hell was this happening?
    A distant crash sounded from somewhere beyond the door.
    “Stay here with her,” I told Bob. “I’m going after those jackasses.” I pushed myself up, careful not to jostle her.
    “Get them,” Kar Yee bit out.
    I shuffled past the bar, asking if everyone was okay, recognizing a few voices that called back in response. The light was better here, near the window. Stupid ineffectual wards. All they’d done was scorch the doorframe. I threw open the door and took the steps two at time, a black rage pulsing in my veins. When I got to the top step, my gaze fell to the cement. Silver and copper coins fanned out over the sidewalk like ocean spray over rocks. A few scattered green bills fluttered in the wind, dancing when a car on Diablo Avenue zipped past. The empty till sat broken and dented against the brick wall of our building.
    I ran down the sidewalk, scanning both sides of the street, then abruptly turned around and looked behind me. A few Earthbounds ambled out of a late-night diner. A homeless man huddled under a dirty blanket on a bench. But nowhere did I spy a thieving Reindeer or his elfin cohort.
    They’d gotten away.

A devastating feeling of loss and disappointment washed over me as angry tears welled in my eyes. Defeated by two scraggly punks, all because I’d used the wrong magical wards and gotten lazy. I should’ve pounced on those kids the second they walked in the bar. After all the shit I’d been through, you think I’d know better than to let my guard down.
    I’d failed Tambuku. Failed Kar Yee.
    Failed myself.
    But while Bob rode with Kar Yee to the emergency room, I pushed away these nagging feelings of incompetence, donned my Responsible