HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 113

“What if it doesn’t?” Angela asked.

Kay chuckled.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually cared,” he said.

“I just don’t want to have to explain to Harriet why her son got stabbed on my doorstep,” Angela said. “She’ll just find a way to blame me.”

“Heh, probably,” he said. “But it’s fine, really. I’ve got everything under control.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Angela said, “but whatever. It’s your mess, you can clean it up.”

“That’s the idea,” he said. “Hey, did you tell Genesis about my power, yet?”

You have one too?” Genesis asked.

“He suppresses other people’s powers,” Angela said.

“So, like, he can stop you from reading minds?” Genesis said.

Angela nodded. She swallowed hard and looked up into Genesis’s brown eyes. The only surge of emotions Angela felt was her own.

“How bad do I look?” Genesis asked.

“You’re beautiful,” Angela said.

She’d been through every photo on Genesis’s Facebook account, but nothing compared to this.

“And you’re not getting any of my junk in your head?” Genesis asked.

“Heh, junk,” Kay said.

“Shut up, Kay,” Angela said. “You’re ruining the moment.”

“If I wanted to ruin it, I’d just turn your powers back on,” he said.

Angela sighed.

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” she said.

“I don’t know,” Genesis said. “This is pretty nice.”

She winked, and Angela smiled.

“Yeah, it is,” Angela said. “Thanks, Bro.”

“Anything to make you happy,” he said. “Which reminds me, I may have to stay at your place another week.”