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on Lydia, making
her cringe and moan in pain. “Forgive me,” he said. “Are you
ready?”
    “Yeah. You’re coming back for her, right?” It
was more a request than a question.
    “Yes, I am.” His next words were directed to
Kira. “You will not move. Do you understand?”
    Kira was too afraid to speak, so she just
nodded, again.
    Octavion carried Lydia a few feet into the
forest then disappeared, leaving a thin white mist in their place.
It hung in the air for a few seconds before melting into the cold
forest floor. Kira blinked hard, thinking she’d imagined it, but
when she heard no footsteps leading away, she pulled herself up
from the ground and ordered her legs to move. Regardless of his
warning, there was no way she was waiting around for another dose
of his temper.
    She turned down the narrow path that led to
the car and quickened her step, taking Lydia’s keys from her
pocket. The car was in sight. A few more steps and Kira would be on
her way home. With the door handle mere inches from her fingers,
she heard Octavion swear and the heavy weight of his hand clamped
over her shoulder, pulling her back. He spun her around, grabbed
her arms, and lifted her to sit on the hood.
    “I told you not to move,” he scolded.
    “Let go of me.” Kira tightened her fingers
around the keys and took a swing at him. He caught her fist before
it made contact with his face. The keys pinched her hand as his
strong grip pressed them into her palm.
    “Stop! You’re hurting me.”
    He loosened his grip, but didn’t let go.
“Calm down and I will release you.”
    But Kira wasn’t about to give in. Instead,
she started kicking her feet until one connected with his knee. He
simply pushed her legs to one side, shoved them against his solid
thigh, and held them with the spread of his fingers across her
knees. Both of his hands were occupied, but she still had one
loose—she doubled her fist and swung at his face again. He ducked
and twisted his body just before she hit, sending her knuckles into
his rock-hard shoulder.
    “ Ouch !” Kira pulled her hand back and
tried to shake away the pain. “Why did you do that?”
    He raised one brow and grinned. Two deep
impressions appeared—one on each cheek—dimples. “ You hit me ,” he said. “Are you finished?”
    “No!” Kira tried to squirm loose.
    He let go and took a step back, folding his
arms in front of his chest. “When you stop acting like a child, I
will take you to Lydia.”
    “Just leave me alone.” Kira pushed herself
half way across the hood of the car, only to have his strong hand
wrap around her arm from behind, pulling her back across the hood
and onto the ground. Her feet slid on the gravel and she almost
lost her footing, but his hold kept her upright. He leaned forward,
pressed her body between his and the side of the car, then brought
both her hands in front and held them with one of his.
    “Let go. You’re hurting me.” The strength of
his grip made her fingers ache. She tried to wiggle free from
between the cold metal and glass of the car, and the heat of
Octavion’s body, but he just leaned more of his weight on her,
making it harder for her to take in air. “Stop!”
    “Kira, I am not trying to hurt you. Be
still.” He took the keys out of her hand, slid them into his vest
pocket, and readjusted his grip.
    With his free hand, he reached into a pouch
that hung from his belt and retrieved a small, brown bottle no
bigger than his thumb. He bit down on the cork, pulled it out, and
spat it onto the ground, then took in a deep breath. As he brought
the bottle up between them, a fine white powder spilled out,
distorting her view. He blew the substance into her face, then
stepped back.
    Free from the pressure of his body pushing
against hers, Kira drew the white powder into her lungs with her
first breath. The trees began to sway and her focus blurred right
before her knees collapsed out from under her.
    Octavion scooped her into his arms.