without the encumbrances and dangers of his power for so long that he had begun to take such a wondrous thing for granted?
She looked around at the room and frowned.
She had wanted to see more of the castle, but if there was nothing more to learn, perhaps it was time she left. He did need to find his mate. Solar frowned at the strange feeling that thought left in her chest.
“I do think it would be wise for you to practice what you have learned for a few days though. You must have complete control over your energies. You should stay here at least until controlling your energy has become second nature to you.” He took another bite, chewed it then swallowed.
Solar tried not to stare as the thick muscles of his neck flexed.
“It took nearly a year for me. I assume it shouldn’t take so long for you. You are a quick study and learning as an adult not a child.” Or perhaps it was just that she was more focussed than he had been at whatever age he was when he was trained. He had most likely grown up in a regular home, with parents and siblings who loved him.
She, of course, had grown up in a laboratory doing physical and mental exercises for as long as she could remember. Discipline and control had always been a way of life for her and the rest of her set. Solar assumed that would build some form of mental as well as physical discipline.
“A year?” she didn’t care how long she had to practice every day. She refused to inconvenience this man for a year, no matter what her mother told him. “Don’t worry. I will not be here practicing for a year. I promise you. I will learn control and then get out of your hair.”
“I thought you might say something like that.” Solar looked down at her plate. Is that a look of relief or disappointment on his face? Solar assumed it should be relief. After all, the sooner she left, the sooner he could resume his search for a mate.
She stabbed another piece of fruit that before had looked and smelled so appealing. Now, it just looked plain and unappetizing. She may as well be contemplating eating the sandstone floor.
While the floor looked beautiful, Solar was sure it wouldn’t taste good at all.
Sighing, she took another bite. If she were to practice controlling the energy that seemed to literally roll of her in waves, she needed to keep up her strength. To do that, she would have to eat, even if her stomach felt like she’d swallowed several kilos of rocks.
“What’s the matter?” Denhar asked then took another bite of his fruit. It was his last bite. His plate was empty, and Haringk stepped out from the wall and cleared it from the table.
Solar pushed her plate away and nodded at the servant’s enquiring look.
Haringk gathered it up with a shake of his head and carried it from the room.
“Nothing. I guess I’m just tired.”
“You should be. You pushed yourself much harder than I ever did when I first learned how to control the energy.” He shrugged. “I suppose the fact that I was less than seventeen seasons old could have had something to do with it was well.”
He grinned. “Or it could be that you’re just better than I am.”
“I doubt that.” Solar glowered at him. She assumed he wasn’t serious and fought the urge to zap him with her newly acquired laser vision just for his superciliousness. What was it about others, males particularly, that made them think it was acceptable to make others feel inferior?
“What’s the matter,” he asked, his black eyes gleaming. “You look like you just ate a slug.” She sat up straight. “There is no need to poke fun at me, Denhar.” Solar held up her hand when he would have said something. “Just let me finish. I know I was brought up in an underground lab. You have no need to remind me that my life’s education is so lacking. I know I am not as good as you or others of our kind. You needn’t rub it in.” Solar closed her eyes and breathed deep. She needed to stay in control. She could feel her
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