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scanning each
area before satisfied no menacing presence lurked.
    “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” The concern
almost fooled her. His warm, liquid smoke voice wrapped around her,
begging her to trust him. Helpless to resist, she focused on his
lips and she fleetingly wondered what it’d be like to kiss him. His
lower lip fuller than the upper one gave him a hint of sensuality
and softness.
    The intelligence gleaming in his eyes told
her not to trust him. He’d take advantage of her if possible. She
needed to keep her guard up. He was the enemy.
    "Nothing. I’m fine.” Exposing weakness went
against everything she'd learned. Drilled into her to hide who and
what she was, it’d become habit to deny anything that didn’t make
her stronger in the eyes of another. If a mage thought she had some
power, they’d be less likely to realize she was resistant. And less
likely to execute her for something beyond her control.
    Long blonde hair streaked with blood,
sightless eyes screaming at her to run.
    Closing her eyes against the onslaught of the
decades old memory, she instead focused on the pain in her ankle.
Perhaps, if he thought her feeble, it would make escape easier. He
wouldn't watch her as closely.
    “It’s my ankle. I can’t stand on it.” She
admitted with great reluctance.
    Cautious, she watched him through her lashes,
unsure of his mood. He closed the gap between them, an unreadable
expression on his face as he studied her. Was he planning on
killing her, using her as a hostage?
    Markus had warned her many times. Dangerous
and unstable, stay as far away from Jackson as possible. Well, that
wasn’t happening anymore.
    He knelt beside her, his hand gentle as he
touched above her calf. She tried to pull away, but he held steady
as he then calmly placed his other hand on her ankle.
    "Maybe heal the scratches on your face as
well." He murmured.
    The tingle of energy from his attempted
healing washed over her, unable to penetrate through her magical
resistance.
    Forcing down the resistance required
concentration. Picturing it as a brick wall surrounding her,
blocking her from the magical world, she'd removed it brick by
brick. Lowering the wall was the sole way magical healing worked.
However, even exposed, she never received the full effect like
everyone else.
    Years of practice meant it took seconds to
drop the wall. Except she hadn't expected him to heal her. The wall
remained intact, cutting her off from his spell. Did he notice his
healing failed?
    Trying to read him, a near impossibility
against a trained Mage Enforcer, the dark brown lashes framing his
deep brown eyes caught her attention. Any woman would’ve been
envious of them. He was so close to her she could see the faint
stubble on his strong jaw and the amber flecks in his eyes. His
mahogany hair was a little messy and in need of a trim. It curled
over his broad forehead and covered his collar giving him a sexy
just-out-of-bed look.
    Shocked and horrified at her thoughts, she
bit the inside of her cheek and tasted blood. No, finding him
attractive, not an option. It was a betrayal of her Enforcer’s
oath. While she’d spent time committing his features to memory in
case she ever found him, not once had she consciously considered
his masculinity or how it would affect her.
    The warmth of his hands on her leg took on a
new meaning. Uncomfortably aware of his long, elegant fingers, she
idly wondered how they would feel sliding further up her body.
Furious with herself, she again jerked her leg away from him. This
time he had a firm grip and lightening slammed through her injured
limb.
    Damn it, where was her head? She caused more
pain by reacting instead of thinking.
    “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt
you. I just wanted to heal your ankle.”
    His apparent concern and her unwanted
attraction to him had her snapping at him. She needed anger to put
some distance between them. She didn’t want to feel any type of
sexual pull towards him