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going to charge me for those?”
    The quip earned me a smirk from the guy. “Those are on the house.” Finally glancing in my direction, his head jerked back and his eyes widened as he took a moment to look me up and down. After admiring my body long enough for me to have to clear my throat, his gaze finally made it back to my face. He zeroed in on my eyes and then leaned over the counter to get a better look. “Whoa. Killer contacts.”
    I wasn’t about to explain that they were natural as I slid my ID and credit card toward him. “Need to take a picture, Sparky?”
    I got another smirk. With a shake of his head, he took my ID and started typing into his computer. “Just the one night?”
    “For starters.”
    He nodded to this, then squinted at my driver’s license. My hair in the picture on my ID was jet black and my eyes were green. I guess that’s what I’d looked like before the explosion. “Wicked. I can see why you go for the Chelsea’s Angel look. When your hair was black, you could have been her clone.” His eyes flicked up to my face again. “I like the green, though. It makes a statement.”
    I laughed. I’m sure this guy was all about making statements with his looks. “Who’s Chelsea’s Angel?”
    The guy froze in the process of handing me back my ID and credit card. “For real? You don’t know who Chelsea’s Angel is?” When I shook my head, he sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Have you been living under a rock in the middle of nowhere?”
    “Yes,” I snapped. “Literally.”
    My anger deflated quickly. It wasn’t this guy’s fault I was a freak. Amnesia was a lot more awful than simply not knowing my past. It also left me socially inept and made me feel like an idiot all the time. “Want to fill me in, or just keep staring at me like I’m a freak?”
    He flushed in embarrassment. “Sorry. It’s just…she’s so… everyone knows who she was. She’s so famous they’re making a TV show about her. Plus, you have the eyes, and you’re wearing the necklace.”
    My hand flew to the charm on my neck. “You recognize this?”
    The guy looked at me as if I were insane, and pointed to a small souvenir rack. Among all the postcards, Las Vegas shot glasses, and cacti, there was a whole stack of necklaces that looked exactly like mine. They were cheap plastic knockoffs, but they were exactly like my necklace. I picked one up and examined the little charm. “What’s this in the middle? Does it light up?”
    The guy shook his head in bewilderment. “I can’t believe you’ve never seen one of these before. Yeah, it lights up just like Chelsea’s Angel’s did. Though, they say hers didn’t need batteries. She lit it up with her power. How cool is that?”
    I gulped. Power? That could light up a lightbulb? That was certainly something I could do. “So…who was she?”
    “She was a superhero.”
    I laughed, relieved. For a minute I’d been so sure he was talking about me. “No way.” I may not have known much pop culture yet, but I definitely knew my comics. Tony was the biggest comic book junkie on the planet. (Hello, he named himself after Tony Stark.) “My ex is a comic book freak . I know my Marvel and DC characters well, and there is no hero called Chelsea’s Angel.”
    The guy shook his head, but his eyes lit up. “Chelsea’s Angel wasn’t from a comic book. She was a real superhero. She was strong and fast and could shoot lightning from the palms of her hands.”
    My blood froze in my veins, and goose bumps formed all over my entire body. How could it be? It wasn’t possible. I couldn’t be this Chelsea’s Angel person; I’d been locked up in a lab most of my life.
    “Nobody knew who she was,” Motel Guy went on. “They called her Chelsea’s Angel because she used her superpowers to rescue a little girl named Chelsea, who’d been kidnapped. The girl mistook her for an angel and the name stuck. Chelsea’s Angel used to go all around the country