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it. If she could let herself be that bad…
    She leaned over him, and he sank his hand into the curls at the base of her skull. “C’mon, princess,” he coaxed, his gaze locked on her pillowy lips. “Even good girls get to be bad sometimes.”
    She went rigid in his arms. “No. We don’t.”
    The train was nearly there now. Ten seconds… Darla began to resist his hold, but Lucien had run out of time for persuasion. Now or never .
    He sat up and twisted abruptly, using a pulse of superspeed to get her sprawled on her back before she realized negotiations were over. He caught her startled gasp on his lips.
    The kiss was a sneak attack—quick and fierce and designed to startle and unsettle her. It wasn’t supposed to sear across his nerve endings with unexpected heat. He wasn’t supposed to be tempted to fall into the taste of her and abandon his will to fight. Soft, warm, luscious—the definition of a dangerous woman.
    Her hands fell away from his hair, shoving at his shoulders without any real strength as she made the most deliciously wanton noise in her throat.
    In a different world, he would stay here and finish what they’d started, explore this incendiary chemistry, coax that sound from her again and again. But she was still a hero and he’d long since been cast in the villain role. If he wanted any future for his sister, he couldn’t waste time playing doctor with DynaGirl.
    The first train car thundered into the abandoned station.
    He threw himself off her. “Sorry, princess.” The last of his reserves went into a surge of superspeed as he leapt onto the tracks and sprinted down the tunnel in front of the engine. The racing train sealed the tunnel entrance behind him before DynaGirl could gather herself to follow.
    He didn’t have time to thrill at the victory of escape. He was too busy trying to maintain his speed until he reached the next platform so he didn’t end up a bloody smear on the tracks.
    Lucien ran, his head slowly exploding, the stolen papers crinkling in his pocket with the sound of success, Darla’s taste still sweet on his lips.

Chapter Five
    The Agony of Alliteration
     
    Darla buried her head under her pillow, trying to escape the shrieking siren that sounded vaguely like the ringtone she’d set for her best friend. The acute pain of her initial crash had faded, leaving her feeling like the inside of her skull had been shredded with a cheese grater and then doused in lemon juice. She’d never been this burned.
    The shrieking stopped, so Darla dared to poke her head out from under the pillow, squinting in the direction of her clock. Just after nine. In the morning, judging by the light. She didn’t know when she’d gotten home. Or how. She had a dim recollection of staggering up the stairs because she didn’t have the reserves left to fly up the four flights to the balcony of her walk-up. Everything else from last night was still jagged and disjointed, like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle made of broken glass.
    Her cell phone began to screech again, and Darla groped for it, connecting the call in self-defense. “Nnph.”
    “You’re alive! Thank God.” Tandy’s bright voice pierced her eardrums, and Darla winced. “After the headlines this morning, I didn’t know what to expect.”
    Darla thought alive might be overstating a bit, but she wasn’t going to quibble. “Headlines?”
    “DynaGirl Defeated. DemonSpawn Decimates Darla. It’s all over the front page.”
    “They should be punished for that much alliteration.” Rough-edged memories surfaced of slamming into walls and midair grappling. Her entire body ached, confirming she’d been decimated. “Who the hell is DemonSpawn?”
    “Don’t tell me you didn’t know you were battling Demon Wroth’s only son and heir.”
    More pieces of last night’s painful puzzle fell into place. The too-familiar black eyes haunting her memories. His father’s eyes. “Shit.”
    “Eloquently put. He sounds like a