Yongye turned to look at her. His Golden Cloth glowed softly in the dusk, and the bright smile at the corner of his mouth turned into something far more infuriatingly mocking.
"You can't control your power, so it spills out everywhere..."
"And you call that getting stronger?"
He paused, putting on a show of disdain. He curled his lip, his eyes gleaming with open mockery.
"Go back to your god-king daddy and train for a few more years."
"Otherwise, you'll embarrass yourself the moment you open your mouth in front of someone who knows what they're talking about."
Diana's facial muscles tightened instantly.
A sharp, unbridled anger flared in her pale blue eyes. The Lasso of Truth hummed faintly at her waist, and her silver bracers gave a soft metallic tremor against her forearms.
She took a long step forward, her sole carving a deep furrow through the wet sand.
"Yongye, you—"
But before she could say another word, the golden figure before her vanished.
All that remained where Yongye had stood were grains of sand bleached pale by his golden aura and a few fading golden embers.
His voice drifted down from high above, carrying that maddening, unhurried ease.
"Unless you're here to spend the night with me and replenish my divine power."
"Otherwise, I can't be bothered to talk to you."
"Your IQ is too low. I'm afraid it's contagious!"
Diana looked up at the sky.
A golden streak traced a fading arc through the air as he raced toward Manhattan. He flew like a meteor launched from a slingshot, vanishing in an instant into the dusk-shrouded eastern skyline.
She gripped the handle of the Lasso of Truth, fury surging in her pale blue eyes.
That bastard!
*All he felt for her was lust—not the slightest bit of