Mrs. Star finished with the gauze and opened a drawer to put it back. But she stopped, her eyes widening. She stared up at the ceiling. All the overhead lights flickered. Then they shattered. Glass sprayed everywhere, landing in sharp blasts. Shards bit into my scalp before I had a chance to duck.

The floor quaked.

I pitched forward, slamming my face into the edge of the desk. Red bolts of pain spotted the darkness. I growled through it, "Mrs. Star?"

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