The Relentless Warrior
smile.
    “The thing is….” she started and then let out a nervous laugh. “Most of my episodes
     were brought on by a trigger.”
    “Exactly,” I quickly agreed. “We just need to find that for Olivia.”
“Jericho, my trigger was Kiran!” she exclaimed exasperatedly, as if I should have
     known that.
    Okay, probably I should have known that.
    Kiran smirked in that cocky way of his and I rolled my eyes at Liv. She shot me a
     confused look, clearly not understanding why I would find that irritating. Where was
     Avalon when I needed him?
    “So unless there’s an obnoxious, potentially already engaged soul mate wandering the
     Citadel grounds, you’re telling me Olivia can’t be triggered?” I asked in disbelief.
    “Hey!” Kiran glared at me.
    “Really?” I challenged, raising my eyebrows.
    His face broke out into a wide grin and he let out an amused chuckle. “Alright, you
     can have that one. I was a bit obnoxious.”
    “Wait, this Magic is triggered by love ?” Olivia clarified. Her voice dragged over the word “love” like it was the filthiest,
     most disgusting word she had ever heard.
    Eden was quick to dispel the idea, “Not necessarily love, per se, but the mixture
     of feelings and excitement that come with falling for someone. It’s the easiest trigger
     I can think of. Or at least it was for me. Of course… I was sixteen at the time. Anyway,”
     she shook her head and quickly moved on. “Is there a boyfriend back home? Or someone
     perhaps in this castle you’ve had your eye on?” Her eyebrows waggled while her gaze
     shot to me suggestively. I shook my head, scraping a hand over my mouth. Eden was
     not known for her tact. “We would use all that delicious tension to, you know, build
     some more…. energy inside you. Eventually it won’t have a choice but to escape in
     some way.”
    “By blowing something up,” Olivia deduced dryly.
    “Or setting something on fire.” I offered, helpfully optimistic.
    Liv snorted at my attempt to lighten the mood but shook her head, “Nope, my ovaries
     went on sabbatical several years ago. The boys back at school are all grade-A douche
     nozzles and you guys are basically aliens. Unfortunately I’m not feeling an interplanetary
     connection to anyone skulking around your creepy medieval castle while you hold me
     and my sister hostage. However, if the Stockholm Syndrome instinct ever kicks in I’ll
     shoot you a text.”
    Eden found Liv’s sarcasm hilarious. I, however, was strangely wounded- or at least
     my vanity was.
    “Aliens?” Kiran demanded. “We’re not aliens. We’re just slightly different than humans.
     More evolved.”
    “Sure, all the humans I know can shoot lightning beams out their fingers and turn
     into animals,” she groaned. “Did you say frustration was a big part of your trigger?
     I’m starting to feel quite a bit of that. Maybe we can skip the whole butterflies
     and rainbows and dwell on all the pissed off rage I’m drowning in?”
    Holy hell, she was a spitfire. Strangely instead of feeling any of the annoyed, wounded
     pride feelings I should have been feeling, mostly I wanted to kick Eden and Kiran
     out and then see how fired up I could really get her. I was quickly becoming obsessed
     with all that hot lava simmering under her surface. The way her eyes flashed with
     heat or how her full mouth puckered whenever she was annoyed. She was so different
     than anything I’d ever known. And human or not she was starting to grow on me in a
     way that made me want her to think of myself as more attractive than an alien- at
     the very least.
    “Sure, we can use that,” Eden laughed. “I remember a lot of that too, at the beginning.”
    “So do I,” Kiran muttered.
    Eden ignored him and went back to instructing Olivia on letting the electrical feeling
     build inside of her. I stepped out of the way, knowing that if anything could motivate
     Liv it was anger and frustration.
    My cell phone buzzed in my

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