They looked at each other. Nova grinned.
That was Silver Lining. She was the oldest, the wisest, and the only one without a flashy power. She just had a gut feeling for trouble—and an unnerving habit of being right.
Nova grabbed her frozen boot, slammed it onto her foot, and winced. superheroine central
asked Drift.
Then the alarm went off.
They launched—a blur of light, shadow, speed, and stubborn hope. Below, Meridian City sparkled, unaware of the tap-dancing prehistoric crisis about to unfold.
But at Superheroine Central, that was just another Tuesday. And they wouldn’t have had it any other way. They looked at each other
shouted Nova, whose gravitational powers were useless if she couldn't anchor herself. She hopped on one foot through the common area, her fiery red ponytail whipping behind her.
Silver Lining’s voice echoed through every speaker in the tower. She was the oldest, the wisest, and the