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rumbled in her ear, sending shocks of warmth to her extremities.
    Not in this life.
    Twisting in his grip, she earned just enough freedom to flip onto her back. He grappled with her, strong and too fast for her, easily pinning her again, but Darla wasn’t trying to get away. She wanted him to keep a good grip on her. She feinted toward a chokehold, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders, and kicked off hard, flying off the floor and through the door into the corridor.
    He gave a soft grunt of surprise but didn’t let her go. The hallway whipped past them, too slow for her comfort, but horizontal force was always trickier for her to manipulate than vertical, and the big bastard was heavy . When they reached the stairwell, she rocketed them up to street level, ascending so fast his shouted curse fell behind, warping out with the Doppler effect.
    The night air was heaven as she flew them through the gaping hole he’d left in the side of the building. Inconsiderate bastard. He probably hadn’t given a single thought to the taxpayer dollars that would go to repairing city hall.
    She took them up above the skyline, until the air was biting cold and thin in her lungs. Only then did she look at the man locked in her arms.
    His black eyes glittered close to hers, a small smile playing about his mouth. “This is a little extreme, don’t you think? If you wanted to get me alone, princess, all you had to do was ask.”

Chapter Three
    In-flight Entertainment
     
    The city lights gleamed, a galaxy below to match the stars above. Darla had flown after dark countless times, enjoying the peace of the cool night sky, somehow feeling more connected to the world as a spectator high above it, but this was different. The man in her arms made the night feel private.
    Intimate.
    She shouldn’t be thinking of that word in conjunction with a supervillain. It wasn’t like she had any choice but to hold him close. Not unless she wanted to drop him.
    Her grip on his shoulders had nothing to do with the muscular strength bunching beneath his jacket. Just like his forearms pressing against her back and mashing her breasts against the rock wall of his chest was about self-preservation more than lust.
    Still, his body heat warmed her like a furnace in defiance of the icy bite of the air around them. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he could shoot fire from his fingertips, if the heat radiating off his body was any indication.
    The difference in their heights had been equalized by flight. His feet hung in the air below hers, but their eyes were perfectly level. And their lips…
    A dark smile curled his mouth. God, he was attractive. In an entirely inappropriate, dangerous way. She could look at him for days.
    And then he had to ruin it by opening his mouth. “You bring me up here to drop me? That’s a little dark for you, isn’t it, princess?”
    His black eyes were so cool in the moonlight, so unconcerned. As if flying three thousand feet above the city wasn’t even cause to bat an eye. He dangled there, almost daring her to let him fall, one midnight brow cocked. It was…disconcerting.
    “I plan to drop you,” she replied tartly. “In a cell.”
    “Good luck finding one that will hold me.” His arms tightened around her, and her heart fluttered as she was reminded of his strength. “Unless you plan on flying me to Area Nine tonight.”
    “I don’t have to take you to Area Nine. The new holding cell at the North Courthouse can handle you.”
    “You so sure about that, sweetheart? DynaGirl herself could barely handle me.”
    She glared into his eyes from a distance of inches. “I handled you just fine.”
    “Is that what you call it? Why don’t we go back down to earth and see who gets handled?”
    A shiver worked its way down her spine at the wicked invitation in his eyes. No. Not from his eyes. Under punishment of death she would swear it was only the icy chill of the air at this altitude making her tremble. She