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<p>She doesn't like being told what to do. He knows what's best for her. She is fiercely independent but he is determined to save her, whether she likes it or not. Del and Nyssa live two very different lives and that's the way Nyssa likes it. She is beholden to no one so when Del comes knocking on her door, she sends him on his way with a wink and a sarcastic "yeah, right." When that doesn't work, she bolts. She just wants to live her normal life; gambling with fairies (the not-so-nice kind), befriending ghouls and painting the future all over the whitewash. No boy is going to get in the way of that. Excerpt: He snagged her wrist gently before she could flounce away, his fingers warm and firm. "You need to come with me, girl," he said earnestly. "I don't need to do anything." She was indignant. She knew that sometimes her kind of abilities could be unruly but Nyssa was quite capable of taking care of herself. She'd lived with her abilities since she was thirteen. She'd learned to handle them herself. "It's dangerous for you to be on your own," Del said, tightening his grip on her wrist. She pulled her arm from his grip and he let her go. He could force her to go with him, she knew, but he wouldn't. "I don't need your help, Superman." She didn't look at him. "I'll be back in a week," he said, ignoring her protests. "Be ready to leave with me." He breezed past her, discarding the necklaces he still held on the desk and leaving. Nyssa sighed, watching his back as he disappeared down the street. "Fat chance, Superman."</p>
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