So I did. Tristan’s anger ebbed as we did the moves several times and I controlled my strength.
“Now,” Charlotte said, “pretend Tristan is a norm about to enter danger and you only need to scare him so he’ll run away. Hardly any force. Just enough to grab his attention.”
I lightened up more, barely striking Tristan with my hand or foot. I continued the moves as long as they kept saying, “Go!” and, as I swung my leg around in what felt like a lazy roundhouse, I wondered how much longer we’d be at this because it really was ridiculous. Fist fighting? Really? When I could shoot a lightning bolt out of my hand? This was a waste of time I could be spending with Rina.
The next thing I knew, my leg became trapped, and my body suddenly flipped over, my stomach flipping with it. The hand released my leg, and two arms caught me right before I hit the ground, breaking my fall. Still, they felt like two bars of steel against my back, knocking the wind out of me. The beams above swam in and out of focus. So did Tristan’s face as he laid me on the ground and stood over me, his hands on his knees, his arms braced as he glared down at me.
“I said harder,” he snarled.
“I didn’t hear you.” I meant to match his ferocity, but I was still catching my breath.
“Exactly.” He turned and walked away.
I forced myself to my feet and found disappointment written all over Charlotte’s face.
“If you don’t focus, you can easily be taken out,” she said, her voice low and calm.
Tristan spun around and suddenly stood in front of me. “In other words, you let your mind wander and you could be dead.”
“I’m pretty sure, in a real fight, I would be completely focused. This just seems pretty freakin’ stupid. As if we’d ever fight this way.”
“How did you fight Vanessa?” Tristan asked, his voice still venomous. “Wasn’t that hand-to-hand?”
“Of course it was. I didn’t have powers then, remember?”
“You can’t always rely on your powers!” He whirled again and paced.
“Alexis, you have to be prepared for any situation,” Charlotte said. “We’re not gods who can go around wielding powers out in the world. Sometimes we go face-to-face, mano-a-mano. Sometimes we use weapons. Sometimes we use our powers. You must know how to handle every situation. You must be prepared.”
“Okay, I get it.”
Tristan appeared in front of me again, too fast to see him move. “Are you sure? Because that just now, in the real world, would have been the end of you.”
“I said I get it. Sorry if I have a lot on my mind!”
He opened his mouth, but Charlotte interrupted him.
“I think we’ve done enough for today,” she said.
“I agree!” I stomped to the changing room to retrieve my clothes then stomped out of the building, toward the mansion. Tristan appeared next to me, pacing his strides to mine.
“Lexi,” he said, “I’m sorry.”
“You should be!”
“I had to get your attention. Your mind—”
“Was elsewhere, I know. You didn’t have to throw me on the ground.”
“Well, technically, I didn’t. I threw you into my arms.”
I gave him a sideways glance and saw the smirk I expected. “I sure hope that’s not your idea of romantic because if it is—”
He stepped in front of me, cutting me off both verbally and physically. I blew out a breath of exasperation and stared at our feet. He lifted my chin with his fingers to look me in the eye.
“The thought of you fighting scares the hell out of me. If something happens to you . . .” His voice trailed off. He shook his head, as if erasing a horrible thought. “I can’t lose you, my love. I need you to be prepared for anything.”
The pain in his eyes, dimming the gold flecks, engulfed me. My throat worked to swallow the lump in it.
“I’ll try harder next time,” I murmured. “I’m just anxious to see Rina. If I can get the telepathy thing under control, we can find out about this girl. She and Dorian are all I can think about.”
Before Tristan could respond, we were ambushed by a six-year-old. Dorian came out of nowhere, flying into his dad’s arms.
“Can we play now?” Dorian asked. Tristan looked at me.
I waved my hand, as if shooing them away. “Go. Have fun.”
They took off, Dorian jabbering away.
After a quick shower, I rushed downstairs, picked up on Rina’s mind, and followed my sense to her. I hadn’t realized what I’d done—picked out her “voice” or brain wave or whatever it was—until I raised my hand to knock on the door of her study. I paused to consider that. I hadn’t heard her thoughts, but I knew it was her I was sensing. Maybe . . .
“Come in, Alexis,” Rina called aloud from the other side of the door, interrupting my near epiphany.
I entered and closed the door behind me. Seeing Rina renewed my frustrations, but I pushed them aside. She had her reasons for her behavior, as did I. Besides, she was my grandmother, and I didn’t have much family. I needed to forgive her. Or at least move on.
“Is this a good time?” I asked.
She put aside whatever she’d been working on and moved, graceful as always, to the sitting area.
“Yes. Learning to control your gift is a priority.”
She sat in one of the high-backed chairs, and I sat on the small leather sofa, nervously groping for the non-existent pendant. My hand dropped with a heavy sigh. Something else to worry about, too. Tristan had made it clear we needed to recover the pendant from Vanessa. He’d said it couldn’t be in the Daemoni’s hands.
“Alexis, darling, we face many challenges, but we cannot solve them all at once,” Rina said. “But working on your powers is a good first step.”
“So what am I doing wrong?” I blurted out. “It was so easy before, when we were at the beach house. Even with the Daemoni attack and Vanessa and everyone, I could still focus. Now I can barely control myself.”
Rina nodded. “You had just gone through the Ang’dora. Your power has probably strengthened since, becoming more difficult to control. But it is really more about your self-confidence. When Tristan was trying to kill you, you knew what you needed to do for him.”
I thought about that day, waking up and feeling all-powerful. I’d been so excited to finally be like Tristan, and I did believe I could conquer pretty much anything. My confidence had wavered, but not nearly as much as now. The feeling of being an alien, combined with all the problems nearly overwhelming me, weakened my spirit.
“A lack of confidence is understandable,” Rina said. “You have been uprooted and replanted in a very strange place. It has been over one hundred years, but I remember well when I was brought to the Amadis and went through the Ang’dora. It takes time to become accustomed to it all, especially to your powers.”
“I feel like we don’t have much time, though. There’s so much going on.”
“You still measure time with a Norman perspective.” She shifted in her chair and folded her hands into her lap. “However, you are right. We have little time regarding the traitor. We must identify him as soon as possible, before any serious damage is done.”