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can’t make it heal Ravyn, it doesn’t work like that!”
    “Yes it does. Demon form heals it for you and faster, but like this, we have to give it a push. I’ve been doing it so long its almost involuntary now. I can show you. I can teach you.”
    “Show me what?” She stepped closer. Taking my hand she pressed it against her bloody side. “What can you show me?” she whispered as her body closed the remaining space between us.
    The warm blood over her soft skin made me swallow hard. I tried to stay focused on Kara, but Jeanie’s exposed body was tugging hard on strings that desperately needed to be strummed. “I… This can’t happen.” I finally came to my senses, gently pushing her away to create much-needed space between us.
    “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean that. The blood and the fight, I didn’t mean anything. But I do want you to show me how to heal. I need a shirt. Do you have one?” she asked, covering herself with her arms.
    “I do, but first you need to heal. Watch,” I said. I let my demon out and raked my claw over my arm, then quickly caged my demon. “At first you have to envision it. See the muscles mend, the blood clotting, and skin growing to seal the wound.” We watched the deep cut on my arm heal before I even finished speaking.
    Jeanie stared at my arm, blood the only trace of any injury, no redness, no scar, healed to perfection. Her fascination with my ability was childlike. “That is amazing. It’s so fast. So perfect,” she said.
    “Try it. Trust me you can do this.”
    It took several minutes, but she did it and was thrilled. Hugging me tightly for a moment she suddenly backed away. “Go find me a shirt.” She quickly shooed me out of the bathroom.
    The lessons continued night after night. When we weren't training I was at Wonder Lust studying the crowd, the fighters, and feeding on the hired help. Jeanie was proving to be a great friend and valuable asset. Not only was she teaching me new fighting techniques and control, she was desperately trying to bury my hatred for Kara’s baby to be.
    With all the time we were spending together I figured Jeanie might as well move into my penthouse; hell, she was there all the time anyway. Not to mention my place was way nicer and it needed her decorating skills. My invitation came with a serious condition though—our relationship had to remain platonic. There could be no sexual accidents, ever. She quickly agreed and thanked me.
    Jeanie picked out some furniture for my empty penthouse and moved her things in, but we left the large open room unfurnished for our training sessions. It was her first night living with me and she seemed fidgety, almost nervous while she sat on the balcony, celebrating with a drink.
    “Are you nervous about staying here?” I asked.
    “Nervous isn’t the word I would use.” She paused, smiling at me. “I think unsure is a better description.”
    “Unsure about what?”
    “How long I will be here. You will go back to Kara, it’s only a matter of time.” Jeanie shrugged.
    Her shrugs were always a sign of her hidden emotion. I just never knew what kind of emotion. “I am hoping to go home very soon. When I do, I know this place will be in good hands,” I offered. Her smile widened.
    “Bribery won’t work on me. You should know this by now,” she teased.
    “Speaking of bribery, I’ve been thinking about your little establishment. What if I partner with you and we go all out in a new building? We can create a modern coliseum of sorts.”
    She looked at me with curiosity written all over her face. “I can’t afford something like that. I mean if we did this, it would have to be somewhat hidden yet in plain sight. It would have to be modern yet a tribute to ancient times, and it would have to be big.”
    “Consider it done. You can handle the design, the management, the fights, the fighters, and I will front the money. You run things by me and keep me posted, a partnership.”
    Jeanie