Page 180 of Mayhem and Minnie

She presses her lips together.

“He tells me if the sentinels are close or not. And if they are… He helps me fight them.”

“He was there, too, wasn’t he? At the scene of the accident.”

She nods.

“I should have called him earlier to take care of it, but I panicked because you were there too. And I was reluctant to use my powers because they act as a beacon to the authorities that are after me.” She pauses. “I put you in danger. I’m sorry,” she says with a sigh.

I wave a hand.

“Nothing happened to me. But I distinctly remember a blue glow around you when you were fighting the sentinels. What’s that?”

“My energy signature. I can only use a small percentage of my powers without detection. I’m still not sure if the amount I used that time sent them a location signal, but seeing that we haven’t had any visitors since, I’m going to assume I’m fine. For now.”

“You have powers…” I trail off.

I’d already intuited as much, but to have her confirm it? It’s quite unsettling. Not because she has powers, but because people with powers exist. That and witches, demons, and mummy-like sentinels.

I’m still wrapping my head around that.

Minnie is not the damsel in distress I originally thought her to be, but that doesn’t diminish my attraction to her one bit. In fact, I find myself even more enthralled with her the more she shares about herself.

She’s not human. She has powers.

Fuck. My girlfriend is a fucking supergirl.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more aroused in my life.

“What can you do?” I find myself asking.

She gives me a hidden smile.

“Well, normally… There isn’t much I cannot do. My family belongs to the ice clan, so my powers are predominantly based around ice.”

“Is that why you’re never cold?”

She nods. “My body temperature is higher than most. I can withstand the most extreme temperatures with little to no discomfort. I can also create and manipulate ice.”

I stare at her in awe. I may hate the cold but damn if this isn’t the one instance in which I’m willing to make an exception.

She’s a literal ice queen. And she’s fucking mine.

Heat climbs up my cheeks and I clear my throat.

“And this?” I say as I trace her forehead. “Did you even have an injury?”

“Yes. But I heal fast.” She brings her fingers to her forehead. “I forgot to wear my bandage. Did that give me away?” She giggles.

“A little.”

“Here, let me show you,” she says and reaches for my set of keys. Using the sharp part of one of the keys, she places it against her arm, denting the skin.

“Wait. You’re not supposed to use your powers,” I say and stop her.

She shakes her head.

“This is not technically me using my powers. It’s as natural to me as breathing is to you,” she replies and digs the key again in her arm.

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