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Superheroes are only as good as their conviction.
She could call it self-defense, but there had been more than self-preservation in her mind when she’d pulled the trigger. She’d been afraid for the children and families at the carnival. She’d been furious with Ingrid for tricking her, again.
“Bring me Hettie, Mr. Renegade, and I promise I will tell you something you want to know.”
Danna stared at her for what felt like a moment too long, before she smiled. “Right. Classic.” It seemed as if she wanted to say more, but she thought better of it.
“I can’t do anything to people’s emotions. I can only show them their true feelings … or what they would see, if they bothered to look close enough.
“It is a dream, Adrian. The first I’ve had in a long time.”
Or perhaps it didn’t have much to do with the headphones at all. She flushed, remembering how it had felt to lay her head against Adrian’s chest. To listen to his heartbeat. There had been a feeling she couldn’t recall having experienced since she was a child. The uncanny sensation of being safe.
She really wanted to listen. To hear what he would say. What wisdom he could impart from the ridiculous way he saw the world. Because she liked the way he saw the world. She wanted to see it that way too. Somewhere deep inside, she wanted to believe that there might be a way for all the world—Renegades and Anarchists, prodigies and civilians—to coexist inside some sort of harmonious equilibrium. No war, no power struggles. No heroes, no villains.
Nova spun around in time to see Max appear again. Genissa had been aiming for Nova’s heart, but Nova had dodged, and Max … Max was right behind her. Sneaking up on her. His hand even now was stretched out, trying to grab the helmet from her hand. The chromium spear was driven clean through him.
The Renegades took Ace.

