Super Trouble by Vivi Andrews

have been tempted to let her go on
threatening Little Vic, see if the little weasel gave up any more information,
but what she was doing was wildly illegal and he couldn’t just stand by and let
her continue—no matter how tempting the prospect was.
    “How
about when I say we’re done?”
    The
metal of the gun was easy to flash to sub-zero temperatures. Kim hissed out a
curse and dropped the weapon before the ice could burn her fingers. Frost
caught it one-handed as it fell from her grip, his other arm wrapping around
her waist as he hijacked her TK and teleported them both away.
    He
released her waist, her power, and her gun as soon as they arrived, stumbling a
little with the landing as he dropped the revolver on the sofa. He’d taken them
to his place this time—and he had every intention of keeping her here if that
was what it took to keep her out of trouble.
    “Damn
it, Frost! He was talking!” she shouted, swinging at him as soon as she caught
her footing. “Another five minutes and he would have told me.”
    “I’m
not going to let you shoot him on national television, Kim.”
    “Oh
please, the gun wasn’t even loaded.”
    Irrational
anger surged through him as he snatched up the gun and checked the chamber. Sure
enough. Not a single round. He spun back to Kim, waving the empty gun. “What
the fuck are you thinking, waving an unloaded gun around?”
    “You’d
rather I wave a loaded gun around?”
    “Yes!
I’d rather you didn’t wave guns at all, but this isn’t a symbol or a scare
tactic. It’s a weapon. You don’t draw until you’re ready to use it. How is it
going to do you any good without bullets?”
    “It’s
not like I need the gun to be dangerous,” she scoffed, pulling a handful of
bullets from her pocket. “I can launch these with my mind almost as fast as a
gun can anyway. And even if I pulled the trigger, I could stop the bullet
before it exited the barrel, bend the trajectory, send it anywhere I want. A
gun is just another projectile for me now, but people respond to the threat of
the weapon. They’re conditioned to it. Little Vic was folding—”
    “You
can’t just pull guns on people. Even if you’re just as dangerous unarmed and
even if the gun isn’t loaded. It’s illegal to threaten someone with a
firearm, Trouble.”
    She
folded her arms—only Kim would pout when he scolded her for waving a deadly
weapon around. “I can’t stalk him. I can’t threaten him. What am I allowed to
do?”
    “ Legal things,” he growled.
    “Legal
things like teleporting a girl against her will halfway across the city? Not
that I don’t appreciate the dramatic exit, but your timing left something to be
desired.” She frowned, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the
city skyline. The view from the forty-seventh floor was quite a change from her
own cozy little townhome. “Where are we?”
    “My
place.”
    Her
eyes flicked over the clean, designer lines of the condo before she shot him an
inscrutable look. “Why?”
    “Because
apparently you need a keeper.”
    “And
that’s you, is it? I thought you didn’t want a partner.”
    “This
isn’t a partnership.”
    “Then
what is it? A kidnapping? Oh goodie. Number twenty-six. I should have you punch
my frequent hostage card.”
    “I’m
not going to keep you here against your will.” Though technically he could. She
was a super who’d broken the law. Having witnessed it, it was his duty as a
hero to contain her and bring her to the North Courthouse for booking. “You’ll be
lucky if Little Vic doesn’t press charges for tonight.”
    “If
he does I’ll just be sure to hire the same lawyer who got him off for my
kidnapping. That seems fair.”
    “Look,
I understand that you’re angry—” He took a step toward her, but she backpedaled,
arms still folded tight.
    “Do
you? Gosh, that’s comforting. You understand . Well, that makes it all
better then. There’s some unknown asshole out there who’s been