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build a wall.
    Was I just a “higher up” in his eyes?  Surely not!
    “Hardly, Kissa.  You happen to have been born into a life you didn’t choose, but everything at this point is completely your choice.”
    “And you chose your path?”  She rolled her pretty green eyes at me. 
    “No!  It was chosen for me,” I answered her this time feeling safe with the question.
    She raised just one brow at me, “And you have no choice in what is to come?”
    “No, you make that choice for me.”  I whispered the absolute truth knowing she read my fear.  She thankfully thought that she didn’t want to know more now.  I relaxed my tense shoulders.  
    She held my gaze as she took the knives I had retrieved for her and then bent over in front of me to pull out of her shoes her #3 and #4 as she called them.  I followed her as she removed #5 and placed it beside #6 knowing all too well where they were kept.  More fantasizing took place. 
    She was testing my knowledge of her since she knew now I was more aware of her then any normal new acquaintance should have.  Three inches from me she arched her back making her chest rise in my direction.  I would have freaking fallen apart right then if I wasn’t so sure she would do more.
    She was noting the yellow in my eyes and found it fascinating.  One second it was my eyes, the next she was counting in her head.  Her scream was quiet but to anyone else she was deadly.  To the enemy who crossed her...lethal.  If she could tame the rage when the time came.  I couldn't force my body to move when she didn’t throw a single one. She came out of her stance and shook her hands out as if to limber them up.
    Your move first, Romeo. 
    I blinked at her odd reference to me then jumped up and snatched her knives. 
    MINE!   What are you doing? 
    I fixated on her holding tight to my pirate ’s gold and wanting the island princess more than the tangible treasure.  She was tangible treasure.  
    I counted as she did and steeled my gaze on her till every single target was met.  Her eyes left me only to check for accuracy. 
    Impressed, but what else can you do?  And why do I care?  
    She questioned her appeal to me but I knew it was there.
    I handed her the bow from the range.  I handed her two arrows and kept two for myself. 
    Do you know what to do?
    Do you? she laughed inside.  I knew she did, but antagonizing her was such a thrill.
    I arched the bow and she followed my lead.  Inside I heard her count and she heard mine.  One.  Two.  Three.  Release.
    In sync till the second the arrows hit.
    Impossible.
    Is it?
    Again?
    I arched back for the second time with the second arrow.  She was one hundred percent working off adrenaline now, as I.  I counted off.  Her heart rate increased super express mode in a matter of seconds and alarmed me, but I readied my arrow and listened to her own counting.  One.  two.
    Are you going to kiss me?

 
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    The bow bellowed backward sending the arrow straight into the target but the bow made the only sound left in the room as it slapped the ground. 
    Impressive.  I heard distractions were an issue for you.  My eyes must have grown because she said, Yes, I can hear too.
    My threshold for keeping my hands off her was getting dangerously close to nonexistent.  I flipped around facing the new look on her face I had never seen made around me.  Fear gripped her.  My hand braced my leathers to keep from attacking her.  I wanted her.  I think she knew it too.  Her too patient smile formed on her lips that I didn’t deserve or should be trifled with accepting. 
    She took the lead since I was caught up and fully tangled up in her.  Someone had too.
    “Shall we?” she left without a thought and walked to the slingshot, readied, and fired without counting. 
    When she turned for an appraisal I was hard as stone pressed to the place where she left me.  All the frigid locked up feeling inside released when she