panting and holding the towel and ice against the wound when the paramedics finally showed up, carrying heavy-duty flashlights and rolling a wheeled stretcher between them.
I told them what had happened to the girl and got out of their way, taking a seat on the corner of a counter that ran along a wall of makeup mirrors. Jake joined me a minute later. "Thought I felt her breathe," he panted, his tone subdued. We watched the paramedics work. "God, this is really terrible. What are the odds of all that happening? You know?"
I frowned and closed my eyes, extending my senses into the room around me. Somewhere in the furor and panic, the choking cloud of destructive magic had dissipated. Barely a trace remained. With the crisis over and no action to occupy my mind, my hands started shaking and I saw a few stars in the corners of my vision. A phantom surge of panic sent my heart and breathing racing. I bowed my head and rubbed at the back of my neck, waiting for it to pass. The paramedics had some big old flashlights, so I put my amulet away, letting the blue light die out.
"You all right?" Jake asked.
"Will be in a minute. I hope she'll be okay."
Jake nodded, frowning. "Maybe Bobby's right."
"About a jinx?"
"Maybe." He studied me for a second, expression guarded. "How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"That we were in trouble. I mean, I thought you were in the studio. I ran in a couple of seconds after I heard her fall, and I was only a few feet away. You must have come through the door a couple of seconds after I did. How did you know?"
"Just lucky. We finished the cameras and Joan took me up there to introduce me or something."
"What was that light you had?"
I shrugged. "Present from a friend's kid. Some kind of fancy new thing the kids have. Light up jewelry for dance clubs and keggers."
"They call them raves now."
"Raves. Right."
Jake watched me for a moment and then slowly nodded his head. "Sorry. I'm being paranoid, I think."
"Been there. No problem."
He nodded and slumped down tiredly. "I thought I was a dead man in there. Thank you."
It seemed smart to keep the wizard thing as low-key as possible. Someone was flinging some nasty energy around. No sense in advertising my identity as a wizard of the White Council. "I didn't do much but run in," I said. "We're just lucky the power went out."
"Yeah."
The paramedics stood up, loaded Giselle onto the stretcher, and picked it up. Jake and I both came to our feet as they did. "Is she going be okay?" he asked.
The paramedics didn't slow down, but one of them said, "She's got a chance." The man nodded to me. "Without the ice she wouldn't have had that."
Jake frowned and chewed on his lip, clearly upset. "Take care of her."
The paramedics started moving out with quick, steady steps. "Sir, you'd better come along with us to the hospital so that the doctors can check you out."
"I feel fine," Jake said.
The paramedics went around the corner, but the second one called back, "Electricity can do some nasty damage you might not feel. Come on."
But Jake stayed where he was. The paramedics took their lights with them, leaving the dressing room in darkness for a moment, until Joan returned with her little flashlight. "Guffie, get your Bowflexed ass into that ambulance."
He looked up at his reflection in the mirrored wall. His hair was sticking up every which way. "Though I apparently see the same stylist as Einstein, the Bride of Frankenstein, and Don King, I feel fine. Don't worry about me."
"I thought you'd say that," she said. "Fine, I'll drive you there myself. Everyone else needs to leave until I can make sure the power lines aren't going to kill anyone. Bobby and Emma are already outside. Harry, be back here by three, all right?"
"Why?" I asked.
"To start shooting."
"Shooting," Jake blurted. "After that?"
She grimaced. "The show must go on. Everyone out so I can lock up. Guffie, get in my car and don't argue with me. Arturo is meeting us at the hospital."
"Okay," Jake said. He didn't sound like he minded agreeing. "What about Bobby and Emma? They have a car?"
"Don't think so."
Jake picked up his sports bag, dug in it, and tossed me a set of keys. "Here. Give those to Emma for me?"
I caught them, and we all started out of the building. "Gotcha."
Joan sighed. "Maybe we are