“That was some powerful fire you pulled off in that video clip,” the same guy said. He seemed like the leader, and his name was Sam.

“Thanks,” Zeda replied warily.

“Go straight to the point, Sam,” one of the girls mumbled impatiently.

Sam chuckled. “Patience, Emily.”

Emily rolled her eyes, her gaze settling into a glare aimed at Zeda.

Zeda frowned, her anxiety rising. “Can I help you guys? I’ve somewhere to be right now.”

“Of course you can. We were hoping you ...