Screwing the Superhero
unknown charities? Yes, I’ll hold, Denise.”
    Turning to Draco, her eyebrows furrowed, she rubbed her nose. “This is being paid for by a charitable organization. I guess Finance ran a check and the money’s legit, meaning it’s in the account and they didn’t investigate further. She’s going into the file to see if they have any other info, but no one felt the urge to look deeper since the money was in the account.”
    “An unknown charity?”
    Hairs stood on the back of his neck as a scent wafted through his nostrils. The odor—the faintest trace of gunpowder—was undetectable by anyone but him.
    Focusing, he let his super sight direct him to the source. There it was; in the basement, a homemade, badly crafted, but still very live bomb.
    Shit, he had all of three seconds before the bomb, which had been set to kill them, exploded the home into a million unidentifiable pieces.

Chapter Three
    Wendy held onto Draco, her body still shaking uncontrollably. He murmured something in her ear but she had no idea what he said. He’d snatched her up, taken flight and plowed through the ceiling, before she’d realized what was happening. She’d shrieked as the house had exploded around them, the rumble so deafening, her ears still rang now, fifteen minutes later.

    Draco had alit on the lawn next door, and he’d made no move to hush her hysterics. She swallowed and felt her body continue to shake. This wouldn’t—no, this couldn’t —do. She was Draco’s Handler. She’d been in dangerous situations before and never reacted like this. What was different this time?
    Death. This was the closest she’d ever knowingly been to having her life ended.
    But she was alive; so where was her world famous control? Closing her eyes, she knew what she had to do. She needed to reestablish order. The only way to do that was to focus on facts. Not a problem. Wendy could recall facts about Space Adventures in her sleep.
    The first season of the show … . She would start with the first season. Basic facts.
    “What are you doing?”
    Draco’s voice sounded distant, though she knew she sat in his lap. That had to be a sign of something bad. Was she going into shock? Was she injured?
    Draco smoothed the hair on her forehead to the top of her head. “Wendy, I asked you a question. Answer me.”
    She always obeyed his commands. This time was no different. “I’m trying to pull up facts. They calm me down. I’m trying to think about Space Adventures. I can always think about Space Adventures. Only now I don’t seem to be able to.”
    “Your brain’s working fine. You’re shaken up. We just got blown up.” He cleared his throat. “It’s not my first time but, if I’m not mistaken, it’s never happened to me when I’ve been with you. So if you need facts to create order out of this mess then I’ll help you get them. Tell me about Space Adventures.”
    Wendy knew she would be humiliated when this was over. “Sorry, I—”
    “Quiet. Only speak if you say something about that space show. Do it.”
    She nodded. He was being harsh, but distantly, she knew he was trying to help calm her down. Giving orders was something Draco did very well. “The first season was about one ship, one space ship, I mean.”
    “I’ve seen the show a couple of times. There’re always three vessels.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “There weren’t three until season three; the ratings picked up then and more people started watching so people don’t realize the first two seasons only had one ship.”
    “Interesting.”
    Gentle rain came down on her head, like teardrops from the heavens. She raised her eyes not minding when the coolness splotched her vision. In the distance, she could hear sirens whirring, drawing nearer.
    “Ah, at last the authorities. I wondered when they would get here. Continue, Wendy, you were telling me about the ships.”
    “Right, there was one ship in season one. It was called, The Amazon. The captain, Artie
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