Saving the Heroes (Super Lovers Duet #1)

Prologue

Quantum Knight

I fucked up. It wouldn’t be the first time, but this was definitely the worst.

Everything had gotten so complicated. For the last fifty years, people all over the world had been waking up with powers. Different origins, different stories, but the same chaotic result. By now, the extraordinary was starting to feel exhausting. Especially since I didn’t have powers of my own.

I looked over at the ragtag team I’d pulled together. I had the power to assemble them, but I still had no idea how to lead them.

Donovan looked nervous. He was only twenty-one, the youngest of us. He should have been worrying about midterms, not wondering if he’d survive the night. But his ability to stretch and displace his mass was too vital. He could pull a dozen civilians out of a collapse before the dust even settled.

Johnny was pacing. He never could sit still. He’d probably still be using that super-speed to empty bank vaults if I didn’t recruit him. I was glad he was on our side of the law now.

Roger was the only one who stayed calm. Ten years ago, he’d been a star college athlete playing in front of thousands, and that "big game" composure never left him. He had the classic powerhouse kit, super strength and flight. It wasn't anything new, but it was the anchor we needed.

“Have you decided yet?” Sebastian’s voice came from behind me.

I didn’t turn around. “I have.”

“And?”

Sebastian’s background in psychology made him the voice of reason, often to a fault. But I hadn’t brought him on for his bedside manner. We needed his hydrokinesis. One of the monsters we were up against could turn the entire into an inferno in minutes; Sebastian was our only fire extinguisher.

I ignored him and walked toward the center of the room, clearing my throat to grab their attention.

“Alright, here’s the play. We don’t have much time, but this is nonnegotiable. We run a snatch-and-grab to bring her here, and we keep her breathing until this is over.”

“Is one girl really that important?” Matt asked, his voice like grinding gravel. At fifty-five, he was the veteran of the group. He’d gained his abilities a decade ago, the power to shift into a relentless, blue-skinned behemoth. When you need a battering ram, you call Matt.

I looked at Sebastian, then back to the rest of them, nodding slowly. “She is. Forget what’s happening in the world. Right now, there is only one objective: Save Mandie Weaver.”