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to the spot my dagger is embedded in his leg.
    “No. You’re becoming more strategic,” Marcus offers as he extends a hand to me and assists me off the ground. “You still need to work on speed and endurance, Eve.”
    The leader of the Manhattan clan pins me with his chocolate irises. “What was the spark of light she shot into Ethan, Gage?”
    “I’m not sure. My guess, it’s something from the ascension since it’s not a power that Asher possesses, therefore nothing he gifted her during the bonding,” Gage answers, approaching from behind Marcus.
    “Well, whatever the fuck it was, it smarts,” Ethan says, releasing a light laugh before yanking my weapon out of his leg, wiping it on his jeans, and handing it back to me. Gross .
    I wince . “Thanks,” I mutter, taking my barely clean dagger.
    Ethan’s stormy grey eyes meet mine. “Had I been a mid-level, I would be a goner. These past few weeks have been beneficial to your strength and reaction time.”
    I sigh my disappointment. “Not an ancient though?”
    “It’s only been a short time, baby girl,” Marcus reassures and kisses me on the temple.
    “Time that I don’t have,” I remind the group as my mind drifts to my mother.
    “Why don’t you both get cleaned up? Be sure to have Nassa give you the medicinal balm to speed up your healing. Ethan, if you don’t mind, come see me before you head out.”
    “Will do, man,” Ethan responds. “You’re doing well, Eve. Don’t be discouraged. It takes years of battling demons to learn what you’re picking up in a small amount of time.”
    “Thanks.” I feign a smile before he leaves to find Nassa.
    “You alright, love?” Gage questions from a chair near the now lit fireplace. Huh. Guess that’s where the ball of fire landed.
    “I’ll live to see another day.” My voice is neutral.
    “I wasn’t talking about the wounds you can see. I was referring to the one you can’t.”
    “My focus is on training and saving my mother. The rest is unimportant.” I lie and plop in a chair next to his. Crap. I need to find Nassa. These cuts really sting.
    Gage studies me for a bit. “You’re taking on more of his supernatural abilities every day.”
    I twist and face him. “It’s sort of weird. Right?”
    He shrugs. “Camilla and I didn’t have the chance to see how our bond would change her.”
    “I’m sorry,” I reply with sincerity.
    “Don’t be, love.”
    I hold his gaze. “Late at night, when it’s quiet, I swear I feel Asher,” I admit on a murmur.
    Gage smiles sadly at me. “It’s part of the bond. It should wear off soon enough, love.”
    I ignore the painful lump in my throat. “I’m afraid I’ll feel cold and empty without it.”
    “You will.”
     
    ***
    An angry clap of thunder crashes overhead. The gale force winds swirl like a tempest in the hot summer afternoon. The combination both draws me in and warns me away. Ominous clouds churn and dance over one another, blanketing the sky and the flower-filled meadow in darkness, as danger lurks closer.
    I watch the plant life fold into itself protectively, like a cowering child. My light brown hair twists and whips with the forcefulness of the wind. I struggle to stand in the storm. Squinting, I scan the open field, searching out the threat I sense is near. I see nothing though.
    “Does he still love you, daughter of Heaven?” a measured female voice asks on the current of air. “So young and beautiful.”
    I whip around in a circular motion to see where the voice is coming from.
    “I smell your aching soul. You yearn for him. And he you.” The magnetic voice trails off.
    “What?” I question quietly.
    “When you get to Heaven, do you think they’ll let you bring your protector?”
    “Who are you?” I shout into the nothingness.
    “The prince, he’s so full of darkness,” the woman whispers flirtatiously. “You’re of one flesh and spirit now. Your dark side radiates almost as much as the light. You’re