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the one who tackled that guy.”
    “After you had already done something to knock him down.”
    “How could I have knocked him down?”
    “That’s what I want to know. I felt your power, Nicole. What did you do?”
    “P-power?” she squeaked.
    “Yes, power. Yours. What. Is. It?”
    She stared at him, her expression wide-eyed terror. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice hovered between a breath and a whisper. “I have to go.”
    “No, you don’t.” He gripped her hand tightly. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you are.”

C HAPTER 3

    O H , G OD . H E knew . An arctic windstorm splintered Nicole’s lungs. How could he connect a little gust to her? She had to protect her family’s secrets. Had to get away from him. Unfortunately, they were alone in the small park, observed only by trees, manicured shrubs, and a few wooden benches. She mentally kicked herself for letting him lead her away from the club.
    Adrenaline surged through her body as she debated her two options: fight or flight. Her eyes calculated. Her mind focused, her body readied to shift into familiar fight patterns. This man was muscle-on-muscle, but she had to try.
    She shoved her free hand against his chest while hooking a leg behind his knees. He only gripped her hand tighter, and they both went down. As they fell, she broke his hold and rolled away from him. She spotted a large stick on the ground, scooped it up with a breeze and sent it flying toward his chest. He leapt up faster than she thought possible, and he caught it . Had been ready for it. Heck, he’d probably goaded her on purpose.
    “I don’t want to hurt you, Nicole.” He dropped the stick and stepped closer, his expression neutral. “I just want to know what you are.”
    “I’m an attorney.” She moved back.
    “We both know that’s not what I mean.”
    She stared at him. The warm night air stuck to her skin, pressing in on her, making it hard to breathe. All their lives, she and her sisters had kept their gifts to themselves, feeling like they were freaks of nature. Were there others like them in the world? Could she trust Gunnar? She had met him barely an hour ago. He could be a lunatic. Regret and shame slammed into her. Why did I act like that in the club? Had he put some kind of spell on her? She certainly didn’t make a habit of public make-out sessions. She swallowed hard. “What are you ?”
    “Ah-ah, ladies first, Nicole. But I’ll give you a small hint.”
    He lifted his hand. A tiny orange light popped into the air, dancing in the center of his upturned palm. The light grew bigger, until it was the size of an apple. It glowed and bobbed slightly, then went out as quickly as it had appeared.
    She didn’t even care that her mouth was hanging open. “What was that ?”
    “Demonfire.”
    “D-demon…fire?”
    “It’s a useful weapon.”
    “For who?”
    “Well, it’s particularly effective on the lesser demons, but–”
    “What are you talking about?” she yelled. “You just made fire appear in your hand! And you’re not hurt!”
    “I created it. It won’t hurt me.”
    “Okaaay. That was a very cool magic trick.” She edged backward.
    He was at her side in a flash. “Uh-uh.”
    “Gunnar, you’re scaring me.”
    “I told you I won’t hurt you. And from what I’ve seen, you’re not entirely defenseless.”
    Completely unnerved, Nicole’s legs shook. She felt like she had just fallen down the rabbit hole, and there was no climbing back up. Ever. She didn’t know if it was real or not, but Gunnar made fire appear in his hand. She instinctively knew that if he wanted to, he could truly hurt her. The rip-her-to pieces kind of hurt. She had already tried to fight him, with no success—now it was time for flight.
    Whirling, she ran in the direction of the club. She managed to get all of ten feet from him when he grabbed her around the waist and twisted them both in mid-air. They hit the ground. He