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green eyes so wide that they would probably out-Bambi Bambi.
    â€œAck, you’re right.” She dropped to the ground and frantically started to collect the tiny pieces as her face heated up in panic. “I can’t just leave it all here because there’s no way Ryan would take the blame for it. Oh, and what if Mr. Rivers freaks out at my mom? I mean, the whole reason she wanted me to babysit was to earn some brownie points, but this is the opposite of brownie points. It’s a brownie-point disaster—”
    â€œSophie.” Kara tried again, but she hardly heard as a new idea formed. She regulated her breathing and felt a swoosh of hope go racing through her.
    â€œI could always try and find some replacements before tomorrow. Perhaps my mom could help me? I might have to use up my I Will See Neanderthal Joe in Concert No Matter What Fund, but I think under the—”
    â€œSophie Campbell. Like, seriously, be quiet,” Kara finally cut her off by putting her hand over Sophie’s mouth so she could finish the sentence. “I’m not talking about all this broken stuff. I’m talking about that guy over there.”
    â€œMuh?” Sophie’s reply was muffled as she stared blankly at her friend. “Mhat muy mover mwhere?” she continued before Kara guided her head around and nodded toward the corner of the room. Then she moved her hand from Sophie’s mouth. Sophie let out a strangled gasp as she realized that there was indeed a guy over in the corner.
    He appeared to be in his late twenties, with brown hair that fell across his dark eyes, and for some obscure reason he was wearing a pair of brightly colored harem pants and no shirt.
Harem pants? Really?
    But the two things that really stood out about him were the fact that his skin was completely orange and the fact that, even though he was sitting cross-legged, he was hovering at least five feet off the ground.

E R, SO, WOULD THIS BE THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY I told you so?” Kara asked in a low voice.
    â€œWhat?” Sophie squeaked, quite unable to take her eyes off the sight in front of them. “When did you tell me that I’d break a cabinet full of antiques and that a floating guy the color of orange soda pop would suddenly turn up? Because I promise, I would’ve paid attention if you’d said something like that.”
    â€œFine, so I didn’t go into details, but I did try and point out that this whole thing was a bad idea.”
    â€œYes, well, next time perhaps you could be a little bit more specific,” Sophie croaked as her heart pounded in her chest like the time she’d drunk three cans of Red Bull in a row.
    â€œI’ll try my best,” Kara agreed before nervously weaving her fingers together. “So what do we do?”
    Run? Scream? Hide? All of the above?
    However, before Sophie could even open her mouth to say any of her suggestions out loud, the flying guy suddenly unfolded his legs and floated back down to the ground, where he proceeded to study them with his dark eyes.
    â€œSo, which of you two do I have to thank for my release?” he asked as he did a couple of shoulder rolls and then cracked his knuckles.
    â€œY-your release?” Sophie blinked as she inched closer to Kara while secretly wishing that Harvey was with them, since in order to stop him from spending so much time watching horror movies, his mom had insisted he take up karate last year. Something that Sophie was dearly wishing she had done as well. “R-release from what?”
    Oh, and for the record, if he said
mental hospital
, then there was going to be some serious fainting going on.
    â€œFrom my binding, of course.” He used his orange foot to point distastefully to a sliver of red glass that Sophie realized had once been part of a bottle. “I’ve got no idea how you managed it, but whichever one of you did it, you have my eternal gratitude.”
    Sophie turned