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“You should leave, before I get nasty,” I said. “Take your lying ass and get out of my city. You better hope I don’t see you here again.”
“You’re the one who should be afraid,” she shouted.
I tilted my head. “And yet I’m not.” I waved my hand, sending a wave of raw power at her guards, and they all went flying through the air, falling in the playground near the back of the school. “Want to keep playing, or are we done here?”
Her guards were picking themselves up, and she gave me a look of absolute hatred.
“This isn’t over,” she seethed.
“It’s not,” I agreed. “Next time we meet, I won’t be nearly as friendly. Get your frigid ass out of here.”
A moment later, they disappeared, teleporting to wherever egomaniacal slimeballs slither off to.
The crowd clapped and cheered after they left, and then it was a matter of us talking to local enforcement and trying to get the site secured. I gave my statements to the DPD about what I’d seen and who’d been involved. Not that they could do anything about it, but they were starting to understand that we needed to work together, at least a little bit, and they needed to know what to watch out for. By the time it was all over, I felt dead on my feet. Ryan pulled me toward his mini jet and we flew back to Command in silence. When we got to my suite, he immediately went into my bathroom and I heard the faucet running. He came back out a minute later.
“Strip and get in the tub. I’ll find something to eat,” he said.
I raised my eyebrow at him. “Pushy much?”
“Sometimes. You just saved dozens of kids, fought fucking Killjoy again, faced off against the Tribunal, and almost had a building fall on you. You’re not allowed to do anything for at least the rest of the night.”
“You fought and saved people too,” I argued. I started pulling my armor off, stripping down to the tank top and panties I wore underneath it. I glanced up to see Ryan watching me.
He cleared his throat. “Not like you did, though. Go get in the tub. I’ll be back.” He spun around and walked out of my suite, and I chuckled to myself. My poor gruff man and his endless case of blue balls. Someday, I would love to take care of that for him.
I pulled my tank top off and winced. Not tonight, though. Every damn thing hurt. I glanced down at my body. My entire left side, from my shoulder down to my ankle, was like one massive bruise, the result of me crashing into brick walls repeatedly. I knew my back probably looked much the same, and it hurt so badly I was on the verge of tears with every breath. My chest hurt, proof that even though my uniform’s filtration system was top-notch, the smoke in the building had been extremely nasty stuff.
Was it possible for hair to hurt? Because I was pretty sure mine did.
I gingerly shimmied out of my panties and tossed them in the hamper in my bathroom, then settled into the tub. He’d added my favorite lavender bath oil, and I settled back and closed my eyes. I was just about to drift off when I heard the door open, then Ryan was walking into the bathroom, a wide tray in his hands. He settled it across the bathtub. Fruit, cheese, crackers…
“Wine?” I asked him, glancing up at him.
“You deserve it. They had pizza and all that other stuff down there but I know you don’t like to eat anything super heavy after a fight like that.”
“You have a good memory,” I said, popping a grape into my mouth. He was right. Fights took everything out of me, and I was starving, but my stomach was still in knots from the stress and tension of the fight. A filling but light snack was perfect. I nibbled on some cheese, and then took a sip of the red wine.
“Was this in your room or something?”
He nodded.
“Do you keep a lot of wine around?”
“Nope. I was saving this for a romantic, candle-lit evening,” he said wryly.
“Hmm. You’d have to find a different girlfriend to have one of those with, I
“You should leave, before I get nasty,” I said. “Take your lying ass and get out of my city. You better hope I don’t see you here again.”
“You’re the one who should be afraid,” she shouted.
I tilted my head. “And yet I’m not.” I waved my hand, sending a wave of raw power at her guards, and they all went flying through the air, falling in the playground near the back of the school. “Want to keep playing, or are we done here?”
Her guards were picking themselves up, and she gave me a look of absolute hatred.
“This isn’t over,” she seethed.
“It’s not,” I agreed. “Next time we meet, I won’t be nearly as friendly. Get your frigid ass out of here.”
A moment later, they disappeared, teleporting to wherever egomaniacal slimeballs slither off to.
The crowd clapped and cheered after they left, and then it was a matter of us talking to local enforcement and trying to get the site secured. I gave my statements to the DPD about what I’d seen and who’d been involved. Not that they could do anything about it, but they were starting to understand that we needed to work together, at least a little bit, and they needed to know what to watch out for. By the time it was all over, I felt dead on my feet. Ryan pulled me toward his mini jet and we flew back to Command in silence. When we got to my suite, he immediately went into my bathroom and I heard the faucet running. He came back out a minute later.
“Strip and get in the tub. I’ll find something to eat,” he said.
I raised my eyebrow at him. “Pushy much?”
“Sometimes. You just saved dozens of kids, fought fucking Killjoy again, faced off against the Tribunal, and almost had a building fall on you. You’re not allowed to do anything for at least the rest of the night.”
“You fought and saved people too,” I argued. I started pulling my armor off, stripping down to the tank top and panties I wore underneath it. I glanced up to see Ryan watching me.
He cleared his throat. “Not like you did, though. Go get in the tub. I’ll be back.” He spun around and walked out of my suite, and I chuckled to myself. My poor gruff man and his endless case of blue balls. Someday, I would love to take care of that for him.
I pulled my tank top off and winced. Not tonight, though. Every damn thing hurt. I glanced down at my body. My entire left side, from my shoulder down to my ankle, was like one massive bruise, the result of me crashing into brick walls repeatedly. I knew my back probably looked much the same, and it hurt so badly I was on the verge of tears with every breath. My chest hurt, proof that even though my uniform’s filtration system was top-notch, the smoke in the building had been extremely nasty stuff.
Was it possible for hair to hurt? Because I was pretty sure mine did.
I gingerly shimmied out of my panties and tossed them in the hamper in my bathroom, then settled into the tub. He’d added my favorite lavender bath oil, and I settled back and closed my eyes. I was just about to drift off when I heard the door open, then Ryan was walking into the bathroom, a wide tray in his hands. He settled it across the bathtub. Fruit, cheese, crackers…
“Wine?” I asked him, glancing up at him.
“You deserve it. They had pizza and all that other stuff down there but I know you don’t like to eat anything super heavy after a fight like that.”
“You have a good memory,” I said, popping a grape into my mouth. He was right. Fights took everything out of me, and I was starving, but my stomach was still in knots from the stress and tension of the fight. A filling but light snack was perfect. I nibbled on some cheese, and then took a sip of the red wine.
“Was this in your room or something?”
He nodded.
“Do you keep a lot of wine around?”
“Nope. I was saving this for a romantic, candle-lit evening,” he said wryly.
“Hmm. You’d have to find a different girlfriend to have one of those with, I
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