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to see Rage poking him with a booted foot.
    “Are you always this overdramatic?”
    “He was trying to kill you.”
    “So throw an ice cage over him, not me!”
    “I was trying to protect you.”
    She rolled her eyes. “How adorably antiquated.”
    Arktos stood, brushing imaginary dust off his uniform. “I thought the pyro was adorable.”
    “The pyro is getting away.”
    He pivoted in time to see the pyro launch himself skyward. Arktos followed, chasing his quarry into the clouds and losing him high above the L.A. skyline. By the time he returned to the crime scene, Rage and her bike were gone.

Chapter Seven
    Dear Mom,
    I wish I could come home for the barbecue this weekend, but there’s a thing I need to attend for the TV show I’m now acting in. I need a dress, if you have any that you think would fit.
    Ever busy,
    Angela
    Scrolling through the search results on her phone was a less-than-ideal way to research. Angela bit into her apple and tried again to find anything about the superhero she’d bumped into, but the best she could find were references to a Roman legend about a centaur and the Greek word for ‘bear.’
    Arktos had darker skin, and maybe black hair—she thought she’d seen it curl out from under his mask. Dark skin...dark hair...a Greek name.
    Jacob Kapsimolis winked at her as he swaggered off the set. “They’re almost ready for you, gorgeous.”
    Angela rolled her eyes and finished her apple.
    “Are you reading something dirty?” Jacob tried to peek at her screen.
    She turned the phone off. “Just playing a game.”
    He sat beside her on the table under the shade of a tree. “No need to give me the cold shoulder. I’m being friendly.” He bumped her knee. “Want to get more friendly?”
    “I’m not looking right now.”
    Someone waved to them, her red costume fluttering in the slight breeze. “Jacob! And, hi, you must be the new Carla.”
    “I’m AJ.”
    “AJ, this is Amarilla, she plays the Scarlet Starlet. The good version of my Red Death,” Jacob said.
    Amarilla dropped beside her. “I’ve heard all the gossip about you. Now, give the good stuff.” Her eager smile was slightly off-putting.
    “What do you want?” Angela asked.
    “Why are you here? Who are you with? How’d you get the job? All of it. Oh, and is it true you and Tyler Running Fox had a fling?”
    Angela felt her cheeks heat with a blush. She brushed a strand of hair back from her eyes and began inventing wildly. “I, um, I’m from New York. I was...in a relationship, and things went bad. Really bad. So I decided a change of scenery and some time single was the cure. I came to LA, and voila! Here I am.”
    Amarilla leaned on the table. “Confirm or deny, you are The New York Girl?”
    Angela frowned. “What do you mean The New York Girl?”
    “Tyler left New York a few years ago,” Jacob put in. “All the tabloids said it was because his one true love had spurned him for another man. Now you’re here, a girl from New York, and rumor has it he was ignoring Glee for you.”
    “Oh! No!” Her blush deepened. “No. Um, no. Tyler and I, we, ah, we aren’t...aren’t anything, really. I think he hates me, actually. We’re not friends. At all.” She shook her head. “I’m not that girl.”
    Amarilla leaned in closer. “Who burned you in New York?”
    “You probably wouldn’t know him,” Angela said. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and tried to remember what Delilah’s fictional history said she did. “I was on stage. Strictly chorus stuff, background frippery really. There was scenery with better billing than me.”
    “And the man behind the heartbreak?”
    “Chris,” Angela said without thinking. Chris Freeman and his temper were to blame.
    Jacob whistled under his breath. “Wow.”
    “What?”
    “Christian Sajemel and Tyler Running Fox were best friends before The Girl.” Amarilla bumped her shoulder against Angela’s. “I guess Christian’s kinks weren’t enough to keep