Shattered (The Superheroine Collection Book 1) Read online

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Other books by Lee Winter

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  About Lee Winter

  Other Books from Ylva Publishing

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  OTHER BOOKS BY LEE WINTER

  The Red Files

  Requiem for Immortals

  COMING BOOKS IN THE

  SUPERHEROINE COLLECTION

  IN 2017

  The Power of Mercy

  by Fiona Zedde

  The Shadow Hand

  by Sacchie Green

  More books coming in 2018

  DEDICATION

  Everyone deserves a hero. For all the girls, big and small, who don’t neatly fit into society’s boxes—Shattergirl is yours.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  My thanks go to Charlotte, Lisa, Kim, and Sam for your unique insights that made my book so much better.

  To Astrid at Ylva, I really appreciate how much you believe in Shattergirl. Thanks for letting her shine so brightly.

  And thanks, finally, to the love of my life, for sharing our home with the isle of Socotra, random, made-up swear words, and a six-foot superhero for so many months. I’m sure Nyah appreciates it, even if she’s not one to show it.

  CHAPTER 1

  Lena Martin stood still under the falling snow and listened. She held her breath, willing herself to hear beyond the yowling wind ripping through towering pine trees. Actually, not breathing was a mercy in Oymyakon, Siberia. With the temperature at –70ºF, a thousand needles stabbing her throat probably felt more pleasant than inhaling would right now.

  She resisted the urge to stamp her feet for warmth, knowing that any noise would alert the nearby marauder. Beast Lord. Three hundred pounds of muscle and sinew wrapped up in an unstable guardian. Supposedly one of Earth’s beloved superheroes, Beast Lord seemed to have lost his mind in the middle of this godforsaken place.

  She couldn’t entirely blame him. Oymyakon wasn’t exactly a balm for the soul, frequently topping the coldest-place-on-Earth lists.

  Lena had come across Beast Lord half a dozen times in the several months she’d been out here, catching glimpses of his furred arms and shaggy head. She had been adept at each encounter in not earning his wrath, which could result in a howl so loud it would perforate eardrums, shatter windows, and flatten trees with its percussive power.

  Once or twice he’d swiveled his head her way, their eyes locking. Beast Lord’s deeply lined, craggy face was disturbing when his burning, wild, red eyes fixed on hers. His tanned face was sunken; his clothes torn and dirty. He’d sure gone to hell in a hand basket since she’d last seen him on the news feeds. Maybe the Paleo diet wasn’t agreeing with him.

  She had never been as close as she had been today. Lena could smell his body odor, earthy and primal, and could easily make out deep, long, clawed footprints in the snow. She frowned as she examined them. They stopped in the middle of nowhere, as though Beast Lord had leaped off to one side suddenly.

  Lena spun around, her heart leaping as she tried to pick his shape from the trees. Where the hell was he?

  Her answer came as the blurred, hairy giant hurled himself toward her without warning, in three enormous bounds. Stretched across his powerful shoulders was a sleeveless, worn, black leather jacket. His ripped jeans were dark with grime, beneath which emerged thick-soled, bare feet, fast and large, and dark with hair.

  Lena flung herself to the side, only just avoiding his bulk squashing her. The “whumpf” as his body impacted next to hers caused the snow to shudder, and Lena bounced off the ground, landing on her knees.

  Beast Lord’s clawed hand flashed out sideways, slashing blindly. Lena lifted her arm to block him. She stared at the rush of blood with a strange, stunned detachment. A second later the pain registered and seared through her.

  He backhanded her, tossing her onto her back. Beast Lord flung his arm across her chest, pinning her in place with such force it crushed the air out of her lungs. Lena lay helpless and dazed, acute pain engulfing her.

  “You’re persistent for a common, I’ll give you that,” Beast Lord growled.

  She wheezed by way of answer, feeling like a wrecking ball had landed on her chest.

  Beast Lord lifted his head and howled, a primal, eerie, aching cry that shattered the stillness. It created a wind blast—trees bent, groaned, and uprooted themselves, and snow flurries slammed into Lena’s body. She shivered uncontrollably beneath her three layers of thermals and thickly padded coat.

  Lena waited the roar out, studying her target. She had long wondered if wolf sensibilities applied to Beast Lord. Now she was close enough to test it out, she’d try that tack. Her eyes watered as the howl persisted, and snow and plant debris shuddered and vibrated, the wind whipping it all up in her face.

  He stopped, waited for the echo to die down, then turned to look at her. His arm at last shifted off her chest, and he stared intently. Surprise lit his features when he tilted his head for a better look at her ears. Probably expected to see blood running from them.

  Asshole.

  If she wasn’t using a special set of earplugs, she’d be deaf by now, her eardrums pulped from the acoustic blast this close to its source. The high-tech ear pieces filtered sound and turned into white noise everything except for humanoid voices.

  His body reared up suddenly and then dropped forward to crouch over her, a meaty, hairy fist planted on either side of her head, his massive thighs pinning her narrow hips.

  “Tell me why I shouldn’t end you now,” he demanded. “I’m tired of you following me. How long am I to be your prey? Do you never give up?”

  “No,” she said as air began to flow back into her lungs. It still hurt like hell. “I don’t give up. And no, you won’t end me. Because guardians aren’t killers. You’re heroes, remember? You protect humans like me. The commons. You’re forces for good.”

  “It would be so easy,” he said, eyes flashing in realization at the truth of his statement. “So easy to just make you go away and give me some peace. I thought you’d give up. But you never quit.”

  He peered at her and seemed to be weighing his options. Lena felt no fear, just a strange calmness as he decided her fate. She inhaled deeply, regretting it as the frigid air clawed at her lungs. The pain woke her up. To hell she’d go out like this.

  “You think I don’t know how it feels for you?” she asked softly. “I know you miss them. Your people. The guardians. They’re like your pack, aren’t they? They miss you. They want you back.”

  “Tagshart,” he swore in his native tongue. “I’m an embarrassment.”

  “No,” Lena said earnestly, staring into his eyes. She lifted her bloodied arm up and touched his shaggy beard with her gloved hand. “You made a few mistakes. You didn’t mean to. The locals got scared about some strange beast running around shattering their windows and frightening their animals. But it’s just a mistake and it can be made to go away. That’s what I do. Fix the mistakes. No one outside of the Facility would ever know. Be
sides, don’t you know what the most important thing is?”

  He leaned forward, listening intently.

  “Without you, they’re incomplete. A pack without one of its members is like a body missing a limb.”

  He inhaled harshly. “Don’t you know what they’ll do to me?” he rumbled. “I can’t go back. I need to be free. I need to be out here. Not trapped in some city, playing fetch for the commons.”

  “I know,” she said. “I know. It’s like a call for you, isn’t it? Being out here?” She began combing his shaggy hair softly, soothingly, with her fingers. “You need to be free,” she repeated back to him. “You need to roam. It’s in your blood.”

  “Yes.” His head dropped forward in agreement. “Yes. I have to. I can’t be what my people want. Or what your people want.”

  “Hey, it’s okay,” Lena said. “Your leader understands. He’s not angry with you. He knows why you’re out here.”

  “Tal’s not mad?” His head tilted up, hope lighting his eyes.

  “Of course not. He misses you. He wants you to come home, so he sent me to ask. You’re needed back there.” She ran her fingers behind his head and patted the back of his neck like one might a domesticated dog, and watched his body language shift to even more docile.

  “I didn’t mean to run.” Beast Lord’s voice cracked and his strange blood-red eyes implored her to believe him. “I just had to get out of there. The city. The demands. You don’t know what it’s like. How could you? You’re a common.”

  “We can never know what you go through,” Lena agreed, injecting every ounce of sympathy into her voice. “Being a hero has its burdens, I know that. But you can’t carry them alone. Don’t forget, your people are waiting for you. They can help. They understand. It’s time to stop running. Come home with me. You’ll wonder what you were so afraid of. It’ll be okay.”

  She gave his shoulder a thump of solidarity.

  His body sagged.

  She had him. She knew she had him. Lena just needed to…

  A vibration and soft ding came from her FacTrack. She frowned. Her employers wouldn’t contact her mid-assignment unless it was an emergency.

  Beast Lord sat back on his haunches warily as Lena gingerly shifted her jacket sleeve off her wrist to study the screen. She narrowed her eyes.

  An urgent recall order?

  She tapped out “1d?” asking for a day’s delay before returning home. Even with half a day’s grace she knew she could bring Beast Lord in, docile as a puppy, now she’d gotten through his defenses and connected.

  The screen lit up instantly: “NOW.”

  Damn it.

  She tugged her sleeve back down and looked at the guardian, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her. Lena didn’t like his expression as he fought to work out what was going on through the haze that had been weakening his faculties of late. He’d have figured out she was a tracker weeks ago, but until this moment her subtle manipulations had gone unnoticed.

  Beast Lord’s face darkened as he joined the rest of the dots. Yes, of course, she’d been hired to return him to his people, with force if necessary. There was no kinship between them. No bonding whatsoever.

  This was business.

  The dawning expression of awareness, doubt, hate, and mistrust told her the exact moment he realized he’d been played—and well. “New orders?” he hissed.

  “You might say that,” Lena said quietly. “But that doesn’t change anything. We…”

  His eyes became mere slits.

  Lena knew that look. Ah crap. An ego-dented Beast Lord was an especially dangerous creature.

  “Piece of tagshart,” he suddenly howled at her, and his enormous arm lifted high to deliver a vicious blow.

  She kicked her legs out and away from his thighs, which had been bracketing her knees, and rolled quickly to her side, unsheathing her hip Dazr under her coat as she moved. He leapt to his feet, towering over her.

  Lena had to waste precious time pulling off her glove, which was too thick to manipulate the weapon. She hadn’t been expecting a direct confrontation today or she might have risked frostbite and worn her thinner pair.

  The split-second delay was all it took to give him the advantage.

  “Lying shreekopf!” Beast Lord thundered. His fistful of rapier claws sliced toward her.

  Lena forced herself to stay calm and, with practiced skill, tapped off the safety and flicked up the Dazr’s setting to maximum with her thumb.

  “You have no soul!” he thundered.

  She squeezed the trigger.

  “You know you’re a broken piece of…”

  A blue electrical field shot out from the gun, and Lena cartwheeled to one side to avoid the now paralyzed guardian crashing back to the ground.

  She slowly got to her feet, pissed beyond belief. Why had she been recalled now? What a waste. She thumped the snow off her knees with her hands, peering at Beast Lord’s prostrate form in distaste. A voluntary return was always so much easier. They knew that. She’d been so damned close.

  Beast Lord was staring at her mutinously, but his vocal cords were as locked up as the rest of his body trapped under the shimmering electrical netting.

  Lena gave him a slow, unimpressed smile. She shifted the safety back on her Dazr and rammed it into her holster. “I am aware by the way. What you said? Broken and soulless. Yep, nailed it. That’s me.”

  She lowered herself to a squat and met his flashing eyes. “You also left out a cynical, cold-hearted, manipulative, scheming bitch with massive trust issues.”

  Lena tilted her head and added: “You really think anything that your kind could say to me could have any effect? I’ve heard it all. But as worthless as you think I am, for all your people’s alien powers, none of you has ever beaten me. Your attitude’s the worst. All guardians ever do is whine. ‘Oh poor me, life’s so hard, I can’t take it.’ Hell. You do remember that we let you take refuge on Earth? All we asked in return was that you use your skills to help us. As an added bonus, everyone loved you. Not that you’re worthy. Shit, it’s the biggest con going.”

  She peered harder into his eyes and offered him a sneer. “Aww…look at you, all bitter and angry because I played you and said what I had to so you’d want to come home. You’re alive, asshole. Alive to moan about your sorry life thanks to my people. So show a little damned respect.”

  She lifted her arm and flicked her FacTrack to a different menu, selected the emergency evacuation code, and hit the “Retrieve” button. She pointed a focused blue beam at Beast Lord, and waited three seconds for it to lock on to him and give an acknowledging beep.

  “All right. I’ve relayed your coordinates to the guardians at Moscow’s Facility. They’ll pick you up in an hour or so. I won’t wait; I have somewhere else to be—urgently, apparently. You’ll be fine. After all, you’ve got all this nice fresh air to suck in and all this freedom that you love so much. I’d make the most of it if I were you.”

  At his venomous glare, she gave him a knowing look.

  “You’d kill me now if you could, wouldn’t you?” Lena taunted. She rubbed her forearm through its shredded sleeve which bore three deep, bloodied, curling, parallel scratches running up it, courtesy of his attack earlier. “Well, just be glad us commons who you hate so much have more restraint than you do.”

  She shook her head and turned, leaving him in his awkward tangle of limbs.

  “Humanity’s heroes, my ass,” she muttered, as she began the trek back to her base camp. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Lena hopped from foot to foot, wrenching on her black jeans. Her ass briefly landed on the lime-green armchair that had come with her semi-furnished apartment along with the crappy, glass coffee table that should have met its end dozens of times. God knows she kept almost running right through it when she was late. Like today. First day back at work after her recall from Siberia. She’d landed back home late last night.

  Thick black socks, shiny black bo
ots. Check. She dumped the boots beside her with a thud and shook out the socks. She slipped one on and, thanks to the jet lag, almost landed face first on the coffee table. Instead, she managed a last-minute dive onto her lumpy sofa that was drowning under the bright pink cushions her neighbor had bequeathed upon her as a housewarming present.

  Lucky her. Until then she hadn’t known pink came that loud.

  Bra. White T-shirt. Done and done. Lena raked her fingers through her blonde hair, which fell in a messy sweep that never quite stayed out of her eyes. She was overdue a haircut, but it was a low priority. Black padded bomber jacket. Lena slid it on, zipped it up, and almost felt human.

  Finally, the pièce de résistance. Black leather cuff. She’d made it herself at shop class back in high school. Turned out halfway decent, much to the teacher’s surprise.

  Armor on. Good to go. She tightened the wrist buckle on her cuff, pleased to see it covered the claw marks left by Beast Lord, as she headed to the bathroom.

  She studied herself in the cracked mirror. Lena had never gotten around to asking the landlord to fix it when she’d moved in. She was rarely here enough to care. Yup, ready. She gave a savage nod. Both visions of herself nodded back.

  Okay, if she sprinted the six blocks to the subway, she could just make the 7:40 a.m. express and be in before it was obvious to everyone that she was late. Her fitness, unlike the condition of her one-room apartment, was outstanding, so it was totally doable.

  BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG!

  Her apartment door almost rattled off its frame.

  Lena sighed. No one but her neighbor—she of the lurid pink cushions—ever bothered her. And since the elderly woman knew not to bug her in the morning unless it was an emergency, Lena knew her day was about to turn to crap.

  She forced on her civilized smile and opened the door.

  Mrs. Josephine Finkel stood before Lena, a frantic expression on her face. “Blood!” she gasped. “Everywhere!”