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front of me.
    The man is older, forties maybe. He has salt and pepper cresting his brow and sideburns. He looks pissed. No one is ever happy to see me.
    Lucas and Ben come running over pulling on sweat pants. "She's with us. Look at her hand."
    The man's eyes dart to the ring on my finger. I finger it nervously. It's my thing.
    His bright blue-green eyes watch me.
    "You're a Rose?" He says it as if it should be impossible.
    I nod.
    Aleks moves to be more in front of me. His rigidity is making me nervous. I get hungry when I get nervous.
    He glances at Aleks with disgust. "She is your mate?"
    Aleks laughs and looks back at me. "Yeah."
    I frown. "What?"
    Lucas grins and looks at me. "Let's just go inside."
    I notice some of the women eyeballing me and then getting lost in Aleks. They start playing with their hair and batting eye lashes the minute he looks around. Apparently jealousy also makes me hungry. Sparks starts flashing at my fingertips as I snap my fingers, surveying the homes.
    "Aimes." I glance at Lucas who is wearing the shittiest grin ever. I follow them inside.
    I have no idea what to expect or what's going on.

Chapter Four

    Ophelia

    I drag my hand from his. Every step I take I feel the earth shift. I'm tired of him getting pissed at me. I can hear the earth attacking him and trying to separate us. He is sighing and flashing out of the way of the shifting dirt. Anger brings my earth and fire magic. I don’t glance back. Hanna is staying at Marcus's and I am banished. Oliver won't come to Lydia's, well can't.
    "O, stop being a pain in the ass. This is juvenile."
    I look back and a wall of fire separates us and circles around him. He tries to flash and can't.
    I smirk. "Oh, look at who learned to make a hellfire wall."
    He crosses his thick arms. "You're acting like a child."
    I tilt my head. "I am a child." I climb into the car and start it. When I back it up and put it in drive, I snap my fingers and the hellfire ring is gone. A black stain remains on the cement where it burned a hole into the earth. It has completely ruined the driveway. Marcus is going to shit when he sees it. I'm a bit upset I won't be there to see it. His fit will be epic. The driveway will have to be filled in. Not to mention the huge spikes of dirt and rock that has grown up in his yard. I don’t even know how he will get rid of them. I don’t really care. He's a snooty bastard.
    I hope Lydia never felt me casting. She gets spicy about hellfire. I don’t even know why she taught me how to do it. It seems pretty dangerous. It holds a fallen angel prisoner, that's pretty bad. Only me and Henry can do it. Blake had learned to make weapons from it but he took the information into the past with him. Thankfully.
    In the rearview, I watch as he vanishes.
    "Asshole." I mutter.
    I look back, thinking a small 'thank you' for the fact he can't flash into a moving object. As long as I remain moving, he can't catch me. I grin, imagining what he'll do to me if he does catch me. He's turned me into a perve.
    I run a light and freeze the cars in the other lanes of oncoming traffic. I slow everyone down and speed myself up.
    When I pull on the oak lined street, I see him standing at the boundary of where he is able to go.
    Dark swirls surround his feet. He looks menacing. I press the gas hard but when I get close he doesn’t flash. I slam on the brakes and skid to a stop.
    He looks angrier than before.
    He storms to the side of the car and rips the door off completely.
    "Ophelia, if you ever cast hellfire at me I won't be able to control my actions." I look at the car door in his hands and giggle nervously.
    He throws it to the ground and drags me from the car. I push against him and shock him. Nothing hurts him. My hands work magic without me casting. Ice creeps along his tattoos and muscles. His freezing cold hands grip me tight. I'm sure he's leaving bruises.
    "Get control of it now."
    His skin is blue and matches his shirt. My feet aren’t