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I open my eyes. I know they are blue because I force the dark from my system. My emotions are boiling, but I realize it is okay because they are the tiny parts of me that are still human, still alive.
“There is hope for you yet,” Lana says.
A loud, hearty knock sounds at the door. Walking to stand next to Bec, I ready myself for a visitor or an enemy alike. I am still buzzing with something after controlling my dark side and another emotion is on the border of recognition. There, but just out of reach and so foreign that unless blatantly obvious I would never understand the contents of such a feeling.
Lana opens the door and Finn struts in, commanding the attention of all of us before he has let out a breath. The almost feeling immediately vanishes as I am assaulted by my clenching stomach. He goes to great lengths not to look at me, his eyes darting from Bec to Lana and back. Finn’s face contorts into an angry mask to conceal whatever emotion he is so desperately trying to hide. He closes the door, and then turns to face Lana.
“You’re doing a great job, Lana. The darklings are out there in an uproar because they sense dark magic.” He looks at me, but then jerks his gaze away very quickly, as if he wishes he had not turned his head in the first place. The male’s reactions and gestures perplex me. I know he is pleased with my appearance because of the way his eyes grow larger when he looks at me. He also looks at me with contempt. I silently wonder if all males bewilder in this fashion. Everything about him intrigues me. Frightens me. Makes me want to know and see more.
“She controlled it herself, Finn. How else do you expect her to learn?” Lana takes a step back. I see his presence affecting her. Her breathing is more rapid and her cheeks flush a light crimson color. I look at Bec, who also has the same heated reaction. I step forward to speak because it puzzles me these strong females lose themselves so easily just because of one male.
“My apologies. It will not happen again, Finn.” I smile and decide to try it. I bite my lip, catching the corner in between my teeth. Finn’s eyes widen, his chest stills, and his full, pink lips part slightly. I see Lana’s half grin out of the corner of my eye and know my actions have had the intended effect. Finn balls his fists at his sides a few times and then finally responds without unlocking his fierce gaze from my face.
“I’ll teach her myself, then,” Finn says. Bec coughs loudly and Lana giggles.
“You’ll teach her what?” Lana asks with a hint of humor in her voice.
“I’ll teach her how to survive, Lana.” His tone holds spite as he says her name. He squints his eyes in her direction and closes his mouth. “The dark witches are looking for a darkling two circles over as we speak. Now, do you want to go to the Dark Citadel with them?” He lowers his chin and his eyebrows rise in question as he fixes me with his glare. A lock of his brown hair falls into his eyes. He seems to realize when I do and brushes it back.
“I want to learn how to survive,” I tell the room distractedly. I look at Lana, wanting her to be pleased with my decision. It is my only decision if I want any sort of freedom.
“So you’ll take her in the forest and teach her how to kill savages. Then what? Leave the rest of us here to face a visit from the dark witches alone?” A lump forms in the back of my throat. The dark witches invading this circle is unacceptable.
“Like you’re so defenseless. Really? I’d say you’ve taken quite a liking to your new toy,” Finn scoffs, interlocking his hands behind his head. His lips part again, and I know this is how they look naturally.
“I am not anyone’s toy,” I hiss. “No one will speak about me like I am not around anymore.”
Everyone looks at me after my outburst. They are shocked.
“What?” I ask. I throw my arms out in question. I saw my mother do this all the time. “I am not a toy. I do not want