The first time Xenia Onatopp felt truly alive was between a strangle and a scream. The second time was in the wreckage of a crashed spaceship.
"You're not fighting for truth and justice right now," she whispered, grabbing his cape and pulling him close. Her thighs—famous, deadly—locked around his waist. The old move. The killing squeeze. But now powered by alien poison and sheer, psychotic joy. "You're fighting for breath ." superman returns xenia
For one perfect, terrible second, Xenia Onatopp looked at him—this alien boy scout with blood on his lip and tears freezing on his cheeks—and she believed him. The first time Xenia Onatopp felt truly alive
"Let go," he said. "I'll catch you. I swear." Her thighs—famous, deadly—locked around his waist
Superman didn't break. He fell . Arrow-straight, faster than sound, the both of them a green-and-red comet aimed at the empty bay. He hit the water at an angle meant to spare her. It didn't.
The news called her "The Emerald Ghost." Lex Luthor, watching from his tower, smiled. But Xenia wasn't working for anyone. Not anymore.
