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herself.
    But, perhaps, coddling Eden wasn't getting the job done. Maybe she needed to get mad to make it.
    "If you feel that way, Leonardo," she said his name like it tasted bad on her tongue. "Perhaps I should just leave."
    He crossed his hands in his lap. Drama had never really appealed to him. "Where would you go? When we found you, I believe you were living in a mental institution, all but comatose. If Charma hadn't dragged you out, you'd still be there. Rotting."
    Her eyes watered and he wanted to curse at her. No, she wasn't supposed to cry—she was supposed to yell. Still, he'd started this. He was going to have to finish it.
    "What skills do you have? Could you get a job? Aren't you from the middle of nowhere? Despite your trips to the cities to preach with your parents, have you been anywhere?"
    "Wow." She took a step back. "I had no idea you hated me this much, Leonardo."
    "I don't hate you, Eden. Far from it."
    He wanted to wrap her up in soft cotton blankets and keep her safe until the demon was no more. But that wasn't an option for their lives.
    She turned and ran from the room. He hoped what he'd done had worked because otherwise he was going to feel like a piece of shit for the rest of his life. Yelling at Eden felt akin to kicking a puppy. It was wrong on so many levels.
    Abraxas Moore's journals were the only thing they had to go by, the only roadmap in the horror that was their existence. He had been clear. The prophecy was clear. For years, he'd hoped there was another way to handle things but there was not. Eighteen souls— all of them invested in ridding the world of the demon. That was the only way they were going to survive let alone win the war they had to wage.
    She had to get with the program. Maybe leaving her alone would force her to gain some perspective.
    He hoped.
     
    * * * *
     
    Dr Christophe Roux stared out at his students as they took his final exam. Soon, they'd all be home for the winter break and he'd still be living in New York City, an ocean away from his family in France, having accomplished neither of the goals he'd set for himself when he'd arrived in New York—find Leonardo Gregan, get him to explain the town that had appeared, out of nowhere, on the Pyrénées, and get Dr Ruby Brannon to fall in love with him.
    The first task had stalled before it had even begun because he'd accepted this job in order to get closer to his second desire. Ruby . Even now he could feel his eyes glazing over with lust for her. In his thirty-one years on the planet, he'd never wanted anyone like he craved her and the woman seemed determined to avoid him everywhere he went.
    If they had faculty meetings, she was away doing research. Ruby seemed to have designed her schedule so whenever he taught, she was off and vice versa. The most he ever got to do was stare at her from the hall outside her classroom.
    Descended from royalty, with a doctorate and several published papers, he'd never had a hard time meeting women when he wanted to. Except for Ruby. When he'd first met her, six months earlier, she wore her hair short—like a blonde pixie. Now, she seemed to be growing it out. He often wondered why. She looked gorgeous no matter the length. But it burned his stomach to think of her doing it for another man.
    As he sputtered around in an attempt to attract her, he couldn't stand the idea of her dating others.
    "Professor."
    He blinked. A tall redheaded girl who wore light green glasses raised her hand. They were in the middle of an exam. Really, these Americans had no idea of decorum. One did not just speak in the middle of a test.
    Placing his finger to his lips to indicate he wanted her to shush, he tried to take a deep breath. If he couldn't have Ruby, he'd find Leonardo. That would be accomplished before he returned to France in the summer. Although his heart ached at the thought that there was a very good chance he'd be doing that without ever knowing Ruby with the light blonde hair.
    He just