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Chapter 9
    I believe in love and peace, but I say fuck a lot.
    -Coffee Cup
    Blythe
    “I have four more weeks of school left. I don’t give one flying fuck if you don’t want me to go. I’ve worked my ass off for this, and I will finish!” I practically bellowed in Keifer’s face.
    His eyes narrowed on me.
    “Have you heard nothing I’ve said over the last hour?” He asked in disbelief.
    I narrowed my eyes.
    “You’re going to work!” I yelled.
    He growled. “Yeah, I’m going to work. But my place of business also has protections and wards all the fuck over it! Your school doesn’t!”
    I shook my head.
    “Keifer,” I said softly. “This is a deal-breaker for me. I’ll quit my job. I’ll move out of my apartment. I will not, however, quit school. I’ve busted my ass for two and a half years to become a nurse, and I’m not quitting. I’ve already missed one clinical when you got hurt yesterday. I’m not missing one more.”
    He sighed. “You’re not going to give me this, are you?”
    I shook my head. “No.”
    The closer his body got to mine, the more aware I became.
    It’d been a day since he was hurt, and of course, he was already back to full strength. His arm had healed miraculously well, and he didn’t show a single sign that he’d been hurt only twenty-four hours before.
    And I hadn’t seen him since last night.
    I knew he’d slipped out of the bed we’d slept in sometime around midnight, and here it was six in the morning, and I had to go find him to tell him I’d be leaving to go to my clinicals whether he liked it or not.
    Last night I’d been too scared of his injury to initiate anything physical between us, and he’d been too hurt.
    Now here we stood, him healed, both of us angry, and he still had no shirt on.
    That pull between us that started out as just a little tingle the first time he touched me was now a full blown, raging inferno inside of me that clawed at my stomach.
    He felt it too.
    I could tell, not only because his eyes were telling me all that I needed to know, but his erection was tenting the front of his drawstring pants.
    “I’ll take you. I’ll pick you up. You’ll not leave, and you’ll call me with hourly updates,” he reminded sternly.
    I shook my head, my mind moving from the inspection of his beautiful abs, and that mouthwatering V of his lower stomach that led to the promise land.
    “I can’t have my phone on me,” I told him. “Not that I have my phone. Oh, my God! My sister’s probably going nuts!”
    That’s when I set my hair on fire.
    I screamed.
    Keifer sighed.
    “Cool stuff, Blythe,” Keifer replied impatiently.
    I glared at him, smelling the rubber band in my hair starting to burn.
    Literally. Fucking on fire.
    I didn’t feel the heat, amazingly.
    I could see the fire swirling around my face, but when I touched it, I didn’t feel it at all.
    “Why don’t I feel it?” I questioned.
    He sighed, his anger evaporating the longer he watched me.
    “It’s a part of you. It’ll burn anything that’s not a part of you, but anything that is a part of you won’t be hurt.”
    I closed my eyes, concentrating on the hot coffee on the table next to my hand, feeling the heat leave me and replacing it with the soothing cool that Keifer had taught me only a few hours before.
    Channel it into something. Don’t make yourself become it. Make the area around you become it. If you are to be off on your own, you have to be able to control it, or those around you could suffer.
    So that’s what I did.
    I turned my iced coffee into a hot one.
    “Good,” Keifer muttered. “Very good.”
    I smiled, opening my eyes to see him watching me rapturously.
    “Do you want to drive…or fly?” He asked.
    I gave him a look.
    One that said clearly , are you crazy .
    Yes, yes he is.
    I smiled at Declan’s telepathic intrusion into our conversation, and Keifer’s eyes narrowed.
    “That really disturbs me,” Keifer muttered.
    I grinned. “Car,