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     Olivia had already been through so much and he was simply granting her grace this
     time, I couldn’t be certain, but I was thankful for his silence.
    The instinct to protect Olivia was like a burning and consuming fire inside me. I
     didn’t exactly trust Kiran to remain benevolent. Eden was his life and he would do
     anything to keep her from getting hurt. Likewise, I had been out of the field for
     long enough I was itching for a fight. There was a warrior buried inside my casual
     demeanor that had been deprived of fight, starved of conflict and vindicating bloodlust.
     Kiran and I were matches poised, waiting to be lit. Add in the layer of our past competition
     for Eden’s attention and the feelings between us weren’t exactly friendly.   There wasn’t any need to provoke that sleeping giant.
    Well, it wasn’t exactly like we didn’t get along. More like we simply co-existed.
     But there was no lost love between us. That was for damn sure. The silence between
     us was the strongest evidence to this.
    An hour passed with Eden handing out patient direction and Olivia getting nowhere.
     She was frustrated, exhausted and because I was paying such close attention, I could
     tell she was also buzzing with the excess energy floating inside her tainted blood.
     She was pushing through her irritation, but barely. And her eyes kept drifting to
     the huge double doors that would lead her back to her sister.
    It was time to intervene.
    “Isn’t there a different tactic we can take?” I asked, stepping forward and joining
     Eden and Olivia in the middle of the expansive dance floor. “She obviously can’t produce
     Magic, and I don’t blame her. This concept is entirely foreign to her, how is she
     supposed to feel what to do or let go of something that feels like an intrusion to begin with?”
    “What are you suggesting?” Eden asked, seeming open to any idea at this point.
    “Is there a gentle way to force it out of her?” I asked carefully.
    “What do you mean, force it out of me?” she demanded. She shot me a betrayed look
     and shook her head at my smirk. Her just-below-chin-length blond hair bounced around
     her elegant jawline and her big blue eyes grew wide with disbelief.
    “I won’t hurt you again,” I promised her. “What I mean, is that whenever Eden’s Magic
     exploded out of her, there was usually a reason behind it. She got angry, or really
     worked up. Something was driving the Magic to need escape.”  
    “I don’t want anything to explode out of me!” Olivia complained, looking somehow determined
     and frightened at the same time. She had such a tough exterior but behind those deep
     blue eyes was a vulnerable girl that called to some primitive part of me. She had
     been through hell, at my people’s hands. I wanted to fix that for her, pay for their
     sins, and make up for the unnecessary but lasting trauma she’d suffered. And I didn’t
     really understand my pull to this girl. She was human and as soon as we could fix
     her she would be gone- back to her human life in her human world.
    I wondered if it had anything to do with how unnervingly beautiful I found her. I’d
     been through all kinds of girls between Eden and now- enough to forget any kind of
     painful past. But I’d never been able to find a girl that could compete with Eden’s
     wild black hair and matching depthless eyes. She was beauty personified for me.
    Until Olivia.
    Her porcelain pale skin, her electric blue eyes and all that shiny golden hair seemed
     to step directly out of my fantasies- fantasies I didn’t even know I had until her.
     And while half the time we were at each other’s throats thanks to the stress we were
     both under, the other half of the time I wanted to drag her back to my room and relieve
     the tension between us in an entirely more creative way.
    Kiran and I looked at Eden expectantly. She scrunched her dark black curls and cleared
     her throat before sending us a sheepish