Heroes Petrelli Novels & Stories

she spat, her eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp defiance. "Is he better than me?" The question was out before I could stop it—a raw, pathetic plea disguised as an insult. My ego was hemorrhaging. "Is that what you want? The old man? The hero? Does he make you feel 'safe' while he’s ruining you on his desk?" Emma looked me dead in the eye, and for a second, I saw the predator in her—the version of her that my father had obviously spent the last hour cultivating. She didn't look like a girl anymore.

Jade “So you mean my boss asked you to be his pet?” Layla asked with a surprised look on her face. “Yes, but is that the part that’s meant to be bugging you? Didn’t you just hear me say that he is a mafia boss? I mean, isn’t it scary that your boss is the head of a mafia gang?” I asked. “Durrh, I knew that anyway; it’s not like it was hidden or something.” She responded, surprising me.

Spitfire shot me an approving glance—shockingly not one of pure disdain—and resumed grooming Nova’s head like the queen she was. Nas snorted. “Cat hero status confirmed.” Dez elbowed me. “Bet you’re texting her about that too.” I didn’t argue this time. I snapped a quick picture of Pesto looking wide-eyed and disoriented in the nest, then sent the update: Zach: Update: Pesto rolled off the bed. I caught him. I’m officially a hero again.