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good day.

Bryn had, for some reason, made it her life’s mission to take down Killian Morgan, who Rio lovingly (or lustingly) referred to as Hottie McStudly.

About once a month for the past two years or so, Bryn got caught breaking into Killian’s billion-dollar, corporate high rise, looking for “evidence of wrongdoings”, as she put it.

Greer wasn’t entirely sure what Killian had done to make his millions, and she wasn’t certain what his employees did in that lavishly appointed high rise of his. What she did know was that he was way too smart to have any “evidence of wrongdoings” laying out where Bryn could stumble upon it.

And it wasn’t like Killian didn’t know that Bryn had X-ray vision. If there was anything in the building that could incriminate him, she would’ve seen it. Then she would’ve gleefully reported it all to Greer in that annoyingly pretty voice of hers, and Greer would’ve gotten a migraine.

Greer was willing to admit that, on some level, it irked her that Bryn might be at least a little right about Killian. The odds that he was completely innocent were most likely not favorable. After all, were any hot billionaires under fifty not crooked as hell? Greer didn’t see how they couldn’t be.

But as far as Greer knew, whatever Killian was doing wasn’t actively hurting anyone. If anything, he was probably guilty of a bunch of white-collar crimes and money-making schemes that Greer didn’t give a crap about. And Bryn wasn’t going to find evidence of any of that in his building, or she would’ve already.

So, here she was, again, in the position of going to the Morgan Enterprises building, and being forced to sweet talk Killian Morgan into not pressing charges against her trainee.

Which left Greer in yet another uncomfortable position. Because as much as she tried to ignore it, Killian Morgan was wildly attractive. And she did mean wildly. Like, throw-him-down-and-mount-him-like-a-rutting-beast wildly. She couldn’t afford to develop a crush on him or indulge in any flirting. She did not need a sexual harassment suit on her record.

Greer fanned her face. Great. Now she was having a hot flash. Just the thought of sexually harassing Killian gave her hot flashes. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Kiss him ‘hi’ for me, G,” Rio said.

Greer let out an unladylike snort. “Yeah, sure. I’ll get right on that,” she said, still fanning her face.

“Honey, if I was you, I would’ve got on that years ago. Now, go collect the B-Team.”

“You know she hates it when you call her that.”

“I could call her Plan B, if you’d prefer? Betamax?”

Even in her foul mood, Greer got a chuckle out of that. “You know I love you, right?”

“Pfffttt. Of course you do. Who else would pick up your hormones from the drugstore and iron your capes?

CHAPTER TWO

NO ONE really had a good explanation for how superheroes came to be. Sure, there were plenty of theories. But no definitive proof of, well, anything.

The only thing anyone knew for certain was that superheroes—otherwise normal folks who, for whatever reason, started manifesting powers that were, shall we say, not typical—started popping up about fifty years ago.

No, they weren’t aliens. A superhero’s DNA was normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill human. No weird mutations. And none of them, as far as Greer knew, at least, had been bitten by radioactive spiders or OD’d on gamma radiation. One day, they just started to do things that freaked everyone out. Like fly. Or see through walls. Or teleport. Or move things with their minds.

Once these human anomalies started popping up, scientists began studying them, of course. Greer herself had been subjected to just about every invasive, painful, horrifying test known to man, and a few she was pretty sure they invented just for her. And all that testing led to a big fat lot of nothing as far as she was concerned.

Scientists from all over the world were able to determine that most people who exhibited special powers had at least one trait that was considered rare amongst the general population. For example, Greer was blood type AB negative. Only about 0.36% of the population had that blood type.

Bryn had heterochromia (one eye was blue, the other lavender, like Elizabeth Taylor), a condition that also only occurred in about 1% of the population.

The prevailing theory was that something—whether it was a reaction to a vaccine, an allergy, a hormone in the food supply, or a traumatic event—triggered an individual’s latent powers.

It could happen at any age. Greer had discovered she could lift a car