Chiara’s POVChaos erupted at the party. The bonfire spread. Tiny sparking fires burst from it, hitting some people.

“Call the fire department!” I screamed out. I ran around to help people. The first person I saw was Helen. Even before I touched her, I knew she was gone. She had taken the first hit. A giant hole gaped from her chest where the pulse had struck her.

I suspected what had happened: Helen had tried to take my protection necklace.

That was the only explanation for what just ...