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after all. Or perhaps I just need Evan to get the hell away from me. “I need some space, Evan. Just leave me.” I stomp away, my stomach still aching, but I’m determined to put distance between us. I’m so confused, both angry and turned on, embarrassed and full of shame.
    “No. I cannot. You know that. I have to be with you—especially outside, in case you lose control.”
    I turn back around to face him and stamp my foot, and my fangs release. “I said leave me alone.” I can’t fathom my anger at him, but I can’t stop it, either—even knowing that this is ridiculous and I’m not really angry at him. I feel her smiling inside, but I don’t care that she’s winning, I don’t care that she’s laughing. My anger and frustrations are bubbling over.
    “No, Mia.” He releases his fangs too, flexing his muscles, knowing that I’m losing it. “Control yourself. Now,” he orders with a growl. His muscles contract, his knuckles cracking in preparation, and we both know what is coming, and I cannot control it. “Or I will control you,” he threatens and raises his chin to me.
    There are times when you stand and fight, and there are times when you have to know to do as you are told. Right now I should do as I am told, but all my reasoning has gone, and my trainer he is not; my body tells me that he is my enemy, and on that thought I feel more vicious than anything—deadlier than he—and I will not back down.
    I growl right back. How dare he keep telling me what to do. I scream and charge him; I sidestep in time to dodge the large hand that flies towards me in an attempt to grapple me. I push away and run around the back of him, but he turns as I do, his leg sweeping out in an attempt to trip me, but I jump over it and growl again. I punch hard into his face, my small yet solid fist landing hard against his perfect cheekbone, hurting us both. But he has taught me to never show pain and never show mercy, and he ducks low away from my next fist, making me miss my mark. I kick out to trip him up, but slip on uncertain feet and land on my back with a thud. My head slams hard against the damp soil, my world going dizzy, and I stare up at the trees with a low groan.
    Another groan escapes my lips as the jolt of pain ricochets through my head while it melds back together. It is only momentary, though: a plus point, I suppose. Evan’s fist slams down next to my head, and I flinch away from it as leaves escape up around me in a cloud.
    “Get up,” he yells into my face as he straddles my waist. His chocolate brown eyes are wild with nervous energy and I feel myself flinch underneath him as he bares his fangs at me.
    I can’t get up, though, no matter how much he shouts. No matter how much he hurts me. I can’t summon the strength in my body.
    “Get up now, Mia.” He looks down at me, his mouth set in an angry scowl. “Do you not want to be free, woman?”
    “I’ll never be free,” I yell right back with an angry sob.
    His look softens ever so slightly when he sees my exhaustion, and he stares for too long a moment before leaning over and placing a chaste kiss on my lips. His lips burn against mine, both soft and hard, and then they are gone, and calmness washes through me. I look away from him; I haven’t the energy to fight him now. The moment has passed, and I haven’t the mindset to work out what his kiss meant to me or to him. I only know that with it came calmness.
    I look back to Evan and note with a frown the pinkish tinge to his normally healthy golden skin tone. His lips part to say something more, but instead of letting him speak, I put a finger up against them to silence him. I’ve had enough of him shouting at me; I’m not ready for this yet.
     
     

 
    Three .
     
    If I didn’t know any better, I would think I had the hangover from hell. Since I do know better, and I know that alcohol has zero effect on me, I’m guessing that the feeling of my brain trying to escape through every open