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instincts!” He states raspy against my arm before I
pull it back, kiss him on the nose, and climb to my feet. I can
feel the smile creep into his cheeks at the affection I showed him
before climbing to his own feet and shaking his head trying to get
stern with me again.
    “Remember Sera, the best offense is a good
defense. Wait for me to come to you!” He tells me fully returning
to training mode. I nod while motioning with my finger for him to
come towards me. A smirk crosses his face as he heads towards me in
a blur, I stand defensively but as he reaches me he spins around me
and has his arm around my throat. I feel his bicep pressing against
my airway as I struggle beneath his grip. I ’ m trying to push his arm away when he pulls me
backward off my feet and I get desperate. I ’ m scratching at his arm now I can feel the blood
fading from my face. When suddenly my arm reflexively extends and
my elbow slams backwards against his ribs. I hear a crack and his
arm releases me, but I don ’ t stop . It ’ s as if I have
to prove something and I ’ m saving myself
from all the times that I couldn’t defend myself. I land on my feet
and twirl into a roundhouse kick that smacks him across his face.
He falls to the ground and I can see him coughing in pain. Coming
to my senses, I run up to him and drop to my knees beside him.
    “Oh my God! I ’ m
sorry I didn’t mean to!” I mumble pulling his head onto my lap.
    “It ’ s okay Sera!
I’ll heal. You did good!” He barely spurts out in between breaths.
I sit staring at him for a few minutes making mental comparisons
between this and my dream, mentally kicking myself the entire time.
After what feels like an eternity, I hear his ribs crack back into
place as his body begins healing itself and I can breathe again.
The skin on his lip heals over and he finally takes a deep breath
in before I help him to his feet.

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4: On the Defensive
     
    “You have no excuse to die from
strangulation now!” He jokes wiping the dry blood from his lip and
putting his arm around my waist as he walks me back upstairs.
“You ’ re so in tune with the senses
already it ’ s as if…” He lets the sentence
drift off as his thought processes continue inside his head. We
walk to the kitchen and I walk ahead of him to open the
refrigerator door, only when I glance in I find that it ’ s empty. I look over at Nate leaning against the
counter and he laughs before sending me a sexy smirk and telling
me, “Look again.” I glance back and sure enough it ’ s fully stocked with food. Long gone are the days
when I question him, I just grab some sliced turkey and close the
door. He has a loaf of bread in his hands by the time I turn around
and we stand side by side in the kitchen making our sandwiches.
When I’m finished, I prop myself up on the counter next to the
fridge and fold my legs while I eat my sandwich.
    “So, what ’ s next
on the agenda for the rest of the day?” I inquire into the next
level of training. I thought this would be exhausting and annoying
like working out, but surprisingly I find it kind of exhilarating
learning all that I’m capable of.
    “More hand-to-hand combat,” he peers his
blue eyes up at the sound of my question and mutters in between
bites.
    “Haven ’ t I beaten
your butt enough?” I scoff sarcastically and immediately see his
mouth drop. He throws the remainder of his sandwich down on the
counter.
    “I was going easy on you! Not anymore tough
stuff!” He defends grabbing my wrist and dragging me off the
countertop, I pop the rest of my sandwich in my mouth and let him
lead me. Never wavering in his grip I ’ m
brought back down the steps and to my surprise I ’ m in an already altered training facility. It looks
like it ’ s under construction scaffolding
from floor to ceiling, dim lighting, and various clear tarps all
about. I ’ m guessing he ’ s trying to step up the danger. “Okay, bring it on
short