Oh my god! Someone took a photo of me and now it's all over TV. What am I going to do? What if someone recognizes my clothes? Oh crap, and what about my mom? She's going to be so mad when she sees that photo!

"Paris seems like it might have an extra secretive third superhero. Who they are or why they haven't been seen in Ladybug and Cat Noir's company is a complete mystery."

I hit the power button on the remote.

I couldn't stand just laying on the couch freaking. Maybe Porter could distract me with her wild conspiracy theories, or Ghislaine had a cool new riding video to show me. I'd even take mildly interesting gossip online. Anything that meant not thinking about the photo, or Luka, or feyries.

Opening my laptop, I logged into my personal account instead of the school one I normally left active during the week. Antonio had spammed me with stuff about the new superheroes. I hadn't seen my comic-obsessed cousin since I started coming into my feyrie powers, but we still kept in touch.

Prue: How do you personally feel about these guys? I know what the media says, but you know everything there is about superheroes.

Anton: They're new, and they seem young. There was a third one sighted today, supposedly, but it's probably fake. There's no clear animal association like with Ladybug and Cat Noir.

Prue: Could it really be fake, even with the boy in the photo too?

Anton: Of course it's fake! Have you ever seen a person with purple skin or wings?

Prue: Isn't that further proof that it really was a superhero, or maybe even a supervillain?

Anton: Definitely wasn't a villain. Ladybug and Cat Noir would have fought them, and it would have been on the news. The superhero costumes are always based in a bodysuit. That person was wearing normal street clothes. Whoever edited the photo didn't think it through very well.

Prue: If you're sure, I'll believe you. You know way more about that kind of stuff than I do.

Hopefully only my mom would take the photo seriously. I could let the hype about another superhero die and my true form could fade into obscurity.

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"Prunelle Minuet Babadeux, why did I see a photo of your back on the news, without a trace of a glamour?!"

Mom was even angrier than I'd imagined. Barely any light was coming through the balcony doors. She must have woke me up first thing when she got home.

"It was an accident! I was invisible and I thought a boy from my school was going to be hit by a car. I couldn't just do nothing..."

"Where did the car come from? The adults were all trapped by a supervillain."

"I don't know. What does that matter? It was one photo, and people think it's fake. It'll never happen again."

"What about the boy you rescued?"

"He didn't recognize me. He's not even in my grade. He won't be a problem, Mom, I swear."

"If he's younger than you, how did you recognize him?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? I saved Luka's life. I get that it's bad someone saw me, and even worse that there's a picture, but the alternative was a person dying. Is that what you would have preferred?"

She relented with a sigh. "I'm sorry, kiddo. You did the right thing. I'm just worried what it could mean for you in the future. Try to stay away from this Luka boy from now on. With any luck, he won't recognize you from passing glances in the halls."

"He doesn't really notice me. I'm more worried Porter or Ghislaine will recognize me from my clothes."

"Have either of them brought it up?"

"Not a peep. Like I said, people think it's a doctored photo. Everyone will completely forget it by Monday, I'm sure."

"Okay. Since you're up, want to watch a movie and have breakfast before I go to bed?"

"Everyone is playing scary stuff for Halloween. Way too early if you ask me. I'll take you up on breakfast though."

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"Luka, was that you in that photo on the news the other day?" I overheard a girl in the hall on Monday.

"What photo on the news?"

"The one they showed as proof of another superhero after their Ladybug and Cat Noir story. The hero looked fake, but it looked like you were with them. See anything unusual?"

"A girl saved me from being hit by a car."

"And? Who was she?"

"She said to call her Borealis."

"Did she really look like she did in the photo?"

"Honestly, I can't remember what she looked like. I didn't see the photo you're talking about either."

"I'll look it up for you, just wait a min- Oh man! There's no signal. What's up with that?"

From where I was covertly listening by some lockers, I saw a phone held up towards the ceiling.

"Mine is out, too. Too bad. I've gotta get to class. Maybe you can show me later, Colette."

Of course the school paper's top journalist was the one grilling Luka. If she could expose something the professionals couldn't, she'd have her pick of stations to work at when we graduated.

If Colette kept nosing around, things were going to get complicated. Maybe I could convince Luka not to talk about what happened, but then he'd want to know why I didn't want him to talk about it. Why couldn't I have been born human? It would have made things so much easier for both me and Mom.

I hurried to class before the bell rang.