I came to, still on the padded floor, with four male faces showing varying degrees of concern hovering over me. Baruch crumpled the rubber blanket in one hand. Kane held a defibrillator limply. Rohan's left eyebrow was scorched.

It wasn't until I saw Drio, his hands burned from my magic, watching me like he'd missed some kind of manslaughter opportunity, that I was reassured I was okay. I struggled to sit up, Baruch assisting me.

I squinted at the electrodes placed around ...