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weight room hoping to blow off some steam before I unleashed it on her.  I could devour her.  I could scream at her.  I couldn't wait to have her.
    I couldn't read her thoughts still.  Maddened beyond belief, I raised the bar on how much I lifted.  If I exhausted myself, I couldn't hurt her again.
    An inner familiar feeling zapped me to attention when the doorknob turned.  As I turned my head in disbelief at what I knew to be stark and utter fear she was there, in the doorway, staring at my naked torso.  And the mark.   
     

 
    Chapter  Eight
     
     
    She stood paralyzed to the ground watching my chest rise but really her eyes stayed lower.  On one hand I could tear the floor up getting to her and ripping her shirt away to show her I know all about how we are connected and that it would all be okay, but I didn’t know that for sure.  Not the being okay part.
    She grabbed the side panel of the door for support.  She was noting the similarities and differences between the two of us.  My absence of the constellation Orion and the perfect symmetry of the same sun.  
    She screamed at me or the air one, W hat does IT mean?
    Then, she ran!
    Bolting around the corners, heading left through the dining room area, through the kitchen off the room, I followed her at warp speed.  I screamed for her inside and out.  She still ran. 
    Yelling her name was gaining me nothing but growing shame and fear for what she might do next.  Frightening her wasn’t my end goal, but here I was giving her the scare of her life.
    Stop!  Please!  Stop! she yelled at me.
    I can ’t!
    Cornering her in the kitchen with her on one side of the counter and me on the other left us in somewhat of a duel of sorts.  Her heart beat so rapid I thought I could lunge over the distance and sink into her hold if she would have me, but she wouldn’t and I knew it.
    I can’t do this.  Who are you?  Thorn, Cassius?  Who are you?
    Hearing my name called from her lips caused my eyes to close on their own in a small moment of bliss.  The frigidly cold steel counter was our only separation. 
    As freaked out as she was, she was still listening.  The whirlwind in her mind was as twisted as a rope.
    No!  I can’t think about this.  This is not right.  Something is wrong.  Something is very wrong.
    I didn’t move for fear of losing her more.  When her sobs turned to tears and she gripped the counter mercilessly, I fell apart even more. 
    Who is doing this to me?  My life rule, never give face time to anyone, no matter what...too much to Calum.  How did this boy affect me in less than twenty four hours and now this?  ... out for me...can’t take this.  Is anything in my life my own?  ...lie.
    Her thoughts went on and on.  I had to act, and soon.  The swish of the air as my leathers caught the sharp corner and ripped didn’t stop me.  I pinned her to the side of the counter between with both arms allowing a small visible space between us.  Shirtless, my sweat dripped heavily down my arms and neck and I knew she had to be disgusted.  She still cried.   
    I knew her eyes remained closed even as she dry heaved when all the tears were finally gone over a minute later.  She leaned into my chest after so long and I embraced the warmth she burnt into my skin for I didn’t know why she did or denied her doing it.  Her hair was matted against the middle of my chest mixing sweat and tears together and now drying up creating an adhesive between us.  If she opened her eyes she would see my stomach again.  She would feel compelled to ask and I had to tell her.  I was out of time on that important detail.   The feel of her eyelashes brushing against my bare skin made my body tense to all levels of danger. 
    I knew now she could feel my own fear radiating like the sun she shared. 
    How could this be?
    Are you sure you want to know just yet?  I stilled even more if it was possible. 
    I don’t think I have a choice anymore. But you