Prologue

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The dim lighting in the room does nothing to hide the predatory look on his face as he stalks around me, moving in a circle. I keep trying to move with him, to keep my eyes on him and my back away, but he's just too quick. He shoots flames to my left, and I jump to my right, narrowly avoiding the hit.

I try to counter with air, calling on my mark. I aim low, hoping to strike him off balance. He blocks my attack with a simple swipe of his hand. A cool jet of water flows from his right hand, he doesn't aim it at me, but at the floor. I stare at him in confusion, when suddenly the water begins to cool and freeze over. I struggle not to slide across it. I lift my left hand and command fire, using fire's heat to melt the ice. The steam creates a wall between us. I try to use it as a screen to attack, but he simply uses his air ability to clear his vision again. I back up a few steps to keep out of reach, but he pounces, crossing the space between us. Within seconds I'm pinned down onto the blue mat by his weight. I struggle to get loose, completely forgetting to use my magic in order to assist me.

"Miss Crowe," he whispers in my ear softly, his deep voice sending shivers right through me.

"Kenzie," I mumble.

"What?" he asks.

"Please call me Kenzie," I whisper.

"Miss Kenzie Crowe," he utters softly, his cool breath against my neck making me shiver.

"Yes?" I whisper, looking up, and catching the heated look in his green eyes.

"You would be dead six times over if I was really trying." 

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