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training and I really don’t want to watch the two of you drool over each other when I’m trying to help you. You’re my priority though. I can’t spend as much time with him.”
    “Yeah, okay,” I say.
    “You want to block now?” he asks. “I’ll try to hit you.”
    I sigh, hating this part.
    He’s so much better than I am.
    “Sure,” I say, knowing that I not only need to know how to fight, but also how to defend myself in said fight.
    We start out slow at first. Him throwing punches. Me blocking. Out of ten punches, I’m able to block nine of them, which is a huge improvement from when we first started training.
    “I’m impressed,” he says, swinging at me.
    “Thanks,” I say, grinning at the compliment.
    Tristan never compliments anybody. Ever. So I know I must be good.
    He swings another punch, this time at my face.
    I move my arm to block it, but I’m too slow.
    His fist connects with my nose.
    “Agh!” I scream, cover my nose. I feel something warm drip down.
    “Oh my… I’m sorry, Katerina. Let me see,” he says, taking my hands away.
    I feel the blood dripping down from my nose and my chin, staining the shirt I’m wearing. He grabs a nearby towel and puts it under my nose.
    I’m not crying, but tears fill my eyes.
    “I’m sorry,” Tristan says again, as the tears run down my cheek.
    “It’s okay,” I say. “It’s so not your fault.”
    He wipes the tears from under my eyes. “I made you cry.”
    “I’m not crying,” I say.
    He frowns. “We should probably go to the doctor and get your nose checked out.”
    “I’m fine.”
    He touches my nose, making me wince from the pain.
    “Come on, Katerina. I’m taking you to the doctor,” he says.
    I pull the towel away from my nose and blood starts dripping down again.
    I look at the blood stained towel and feel sick to my stomach.
    “Are you okay?” Tristan asks. “You look sick.”
    “Blood,” I say, everything going fuzzy around the edges.
    “You don’t like blood?”
    “N…”
    The words don’t get out of my mouth before everything goes black.

    His job.

    I wake up in a hospital bed.
    Except this time, it’s not because I was nearly killed. This time, it’s because I fainted at the side of blood. In front of Tristan. Which I am sure he is going to tease me for the rest of my life. I’m positive he will find the whole thing very hilarious.
    I reach up to my nose, and wince at the pain when I touch it.
    Yep, it still hurts.
    “It’s not broken,” Tristan says.
    “That’s good,” I say. “But that means you were holding back.”
    “Maybe a little,” he says.
    “You can’t do that.”
    “You couldn’t take me on if I gave it my all,” Tristan says. “I’m trying to train you. And I really didn’t mean to punch you.”
    “How am I supposed to learn to fight good if you’re holding back? Kazimir won’t hold back,” I say.
    “Yeah, I know,” he says, looking down.
    This thing… my life… is a mess. And I’m not sure what to do about it. And the one person in my life that I could trust with anything is dead. More than anything, I wish I had Eduard back. If I could talk to him, he would know what to do.
    “I want to go home,” I tell Tristan.
    “Christmas,” he says, knowing that I don’t mean back to the school. I mean my real home—Russia.
    I don’t want to wait until Christmas.
    “So…” he says, his voice trailing off. He has a huge smile on his face. “You faint at the sight of blood.”
    I groan. “It’s not my fault.”
    “It’s funny.”
    “Yeah and if you tell anybody else, I will hurt you,” I say, threatening him. “And trust me, there are a lot of ways to hurt somebody without spilling blood.”
    Okay, so maybe I couldn’t hurt him. Not even if I tried. But I still don’t want him to tell anybody. It’s embarrassing.
    “Too late. I told Damon. Who wants to kill me now because I accidentally punched you,” he says.
    “Where is Damon?” I ask.
    “His bodyguards