Free Superlovin' by Vivi Andrews

tried to pummel him to pieces only the day before. She shouldn’t have to keep reminding her body they were adversaries, but her instincts were undecided on the subject of Lucien Wroth.
    “When I realized I hadn’t received an email in three weeks, I flew home the next day, but she’d disappeared. She wasn’t on campus. She’d dropped out of school and moved out of the dorms. I wouldn’t even have known where to start looking, but she left a note for me in my loft.” He snorted. “It was practically a manifesto. Talking about the cause and finally claiming justice. She said she knew this was the reason she’d been born with the ability to turn invisible.
    “I spent weeks scouring old papers and watching every news story, looking for patterns, trying to find evidence of what she’d done so I could track her down and talk some sense into her. I never expected her to get caught. Hell, I didn’t think anyone could catch her. I was so sure she was in hiding, I almost missed the article. A few inches on page six about Demon Wroth’s daughter being connected to a break-in at a bank. A break-in where the paper reported nothing had been taken. I couldn’t find any record of an arrest, but they must’ve caught her because she wasn’t listed anywhere as a most wanted. With her abilities and our history, I knew she had to be held at Area Nine.” He shrugged, the jerky shift of his muscular shoulders far from casual. “You know the rest. She wouldn’t tell me what she took from the bank, and she wouldn’t tell me what this Kevin prick is up to, but it has to be something big or your buddies at city hall wouldn’t be making such an attempt to cover it up.”
    “Not everything is a conspiracy, Wroth. Maybe she didn’t get what she went in for.”
    “She got it.” His tone brooked no arguments. “I need you to find out what it was.”
    “I don’t see how—”
    “Call your friend the mayor.”
    “I know how to get the information. I just don’t see how that’s going to help us figure out what this Kevin guy wants. Shouldn’t we be looking for his hideout? Evaluating potential targets?”
    “You wanna do it your hero way, that’s fine. But we’re doing my way too. Call the mayor.”
    “I didn’t agree to help you yet, Wroth. If we’re going to have a partnership, it’s going to have to be more than you issuing orders and just expecting me to fall in line.” She was not a wilting violet, and the sooner he got that through his head, the better.
    Lucien studied her, his eyes unreadable. A muscle in his cheek jumped. “ Please ,” he ground out.
    Darla pursed her lips, tempted to push him again until he acknowledged their equality, but she reached for her phone, because honestly it was a good idea. “Fine. But we’re going to have to work out a chain of command if we’re going to be collaborating.”
    She thought he muttered something about liking the current chain of command just fine, but she pointedly ignored him, pulling up the mayor’s number on her phone.
    Five minutes later, she disconnected the call with a frown.
    “The mayor just lied to me.” Shock sent ripples through her brain, and she couldn’t keep it out of her voice. What the hell have we stumbled onto?
    The mayor had told her there was no break-in. He’d told her Demon Wroth didn’t have a daughter. He’d told her to take a few days to recover after her recent encounters with DemonSpawn, that the city could do without her for now. The entire time his voice had been too smooth, too forceful, with occasional wobbles and wavers the average ear wouldn’t catch. Never lie to a girl with supersenses, Mayor.
    It wasn’t the first lie. What if the statement of condolence to the widows of Lucien’s victims hadn’t been a mistake? Could city hall actually be framing Lucien Wroth? Why?
    Lucien opened his mouth, but she held up her hand like a stop sign, the gears in her head spinning frantically, and scrolled through her contacts