Chapter 15

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The "training" took a lot out of me. They had to teach me everything. Literally. How to project my powers even when I am not angry and how to protect myself physically because apparently David has a warrior that can put you in a trace and rid you of your powers temporarily. When I asled why he wasn't the one stalking, Elaine said he wasn't a day walker.

It was quite obvious that it would take more than a day for me to be done with the training, I was quite frustrated when I didn't seem to get anything right but Samuel- the trainer told me it was normal to be all over the place when it was the first go. That didn't rid my frustration. When he called it a night, I was exhausted and my stomach grumbling told him that he needed to get food in me and fast. He told my the direction of the main dinning hall. I was hesitant to go inside because I heard a lot of chatter coming from the hall. My stomach grumbles again, telling me I needed to suck it up and just go inside. It turned out my fears where valid, because as soon as I walked into the hall; it went quiet. All eyes were on me, some with curious eyes and some with judgement eyes. I wanted the ground to swallow me open. They didn't even know me but some of them were acting like they did and they didn't like what they saw. Or maybe it was all in my head.

"Over here" a deep husky voice motioned for me to come. I moved closer to see who it was and I was greeted with the most intoxicating smell and was met with the most gorgeous mint green eyes I have ever seen- not that I've seen a lot. He was tall, so tall that I was up to his shoulders and he was towering over me. His short brown hair was all over the place and it looked really attraction because it gave him this fresh-out-of-bed look. I looked at his handsome face and was immediately drawn to his full, beautiful lips that I wanted to kiss so much. What! Where the hell the that come from? That did not stop me from exploring his body with my eyes. The white shirt he was wearing clung to him, that it showed an outline of his well-shaped muscles. Well I thought it was well shaped. The clearing of his throat snapped me out of my fantasy. I looked up to his face and was acknowledged with a cocky smirk. Oh boy! Maybe this life won't be that bad after all.

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