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    “Coven.”
    “And this is what he does, takes in, what are they called? Fledglings?”
    I frowned. “Where did you learn that word?”
    “Olivia.”
    Of course. “Miles didn’t plan to create a Coven for wayward vampires and he certainly didn’t realize our future when he stumbled upon me. He had been a vampire for many years at that point. He was powerful and strong and has always had immense conviction. He’d been assigned by The Council to work in America, to track the vampire population here. What he found was demons like me, feral and wild. No systems or organized Covens, like in other countries. I guess he saw something in me or I saw something in him, because we became companions and I that’s when I learned to control my hunger and desires.”
    I said my next part slowly, hoping she would understand the gravity of my words. "Miles's methods are what saved you the first day our paths crossed."
    I stole a glance at her face and was surprised to find her demeanor unchanged from before, although her heartbeat had definitely quickened. Mentally, she was accepting of all of this information. Physically, from the slight change in scent, her body warned her to be afraid. Amelia was strong and recklessly independent. It wasn’t difficult to figure out which part of her was winning, no matter how foolish it was.
    Proving me right, Amelia said, "I know you're trying to scare me, but it won't work. You had your chance to kill me or let me be killed and every time, you've saved me."
    She stood, planting herself in front of me. Her closeness brought a range of emotions difficult for me to process. She was so beautiful, bright like an angel. From her golden hair to her pink lips. I wanted so desperately to taste them.
    Tentatively, I reached for her, running my fingers along the smooth skin on the top of her hand. I needed to feel the warmth of her flesh next to my own to give me the courage to speak. I waited for her to flinch but she never did. Instead, she flipped her hand over and ran her own fingers over my palm. The feeling of her hand in mine, after what we had been through, was more than I could begin to explain.
    "Amelia, I need you to understand something." I took a deep breath to settle my nerves. "Over the last several months I have grown to appreciate you so much more than my primal, animalistic desires. But that doesn’t take you out of the range of danger. The kind of danger that brings bastards like Caleb into your life."
    She gently pulled her hand from mine, and I watched as her brow furrowed and those delectable lips turn downward. "So what you're saying is that you 'appreciate' me? That's why you've been protecting me?"
    "Of course I appreciate you. Isn't it obvious?" I said, perplexed. Her scent shifted, from one of desire to another that I couldn’t quite decipher. Where was Eli when I needed his super senses to tell me what was happening? "And I've been protecting you because this is my fault, Caleb is after you because of some bizarre focus he has on me."
    “Oh,” she said, moving quickly across the room. “I understand. This is about the battle between you and Caleb.”
    “What?” I asked, watching as she stopped at the shelf with the other baseballs. She picked them up one by one and inhaled their faded scent. The T-shirt, way too big, the hem grazing the middle of her thighs. The sight of her in it made my heart clench. Her heartbeat increased and I noticed a faint tint of red creeping up the side of her neck and settling in her cheeks. “No, I don’t think you do understand.”
    I found myself behind her, not touching her, but so close that I choked back desire. Something pulled her away from me, but it wasn't fear. The nuances of her emotions were frustratingly difficult for me to read.
    “Explain it to me then,” she suggested.
    I moved closer and pushed a lock of hair off her face. Any other woman I could look into their eyes and convince them without a single doubt