One would think that with their history, the Saint family would be used to having their romantic moments interrupted by explosions.
And yet, when Malachi had to stop kissing Joanne because yet another person was on a murder spree, he was as upset as if it were the first time.
"...Do you think we're just magnets for trouble?"
Joanne scoffed as she wiped her lips. "Bit late to be asking that kind of thing now, don't you think? I'm already stuck with you."
Malachi was tempted to kiss her all over again.
He likely might have, but before he could do so, the rest of their group came running down the hall and the door to the Prime Minister's office was thrown open.
"We are under attack! It's one of those rebels!"
"We noticed." Joanne replied unusually coolly. "You should stay inside and let your men handle it."
"I don't believe my men will be enough! Only thirty superhumans number among my forces, but cameras from outside counted at least fifty!"
Malachi's brow furrowed.
