“Yeah, I can sense that.”
“Yeah, but it’s also accompanied by a voice, well, not a voice exactly, but thoughts, telling me to destroy everything, to attack, to hurt, to unleash chaos. The voice – it feels like it wants to control me, to consume me, and I know what I’m capable of if I give in to it.”
“So do I. The training facility?”
“Yeah, and that caused the barriers to be damaged,” I remind him. My voice is lower when I speak again. “I have bad thoughts. I want to harm good people. People I care about.”
He steps closer, and it takes my all not to step back as I slowly look up into those sharp, green eyes. “So, we need to figure out how you can control those thoughts rather than letting them control you. I have an idea.”
“Wait, that doesn’t make you worried? Or think I’m awful?” I whisper, confused at his unbothered reaction.
He arches a brow. “Why would I? Your power is chaotic, but that’s what I’m here for. We’ll figure out how to tame it.”
“And what if it cannot be tamed?” I ask. He takes hold of my chin, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, making my core knot.
“Then we teach you how to put it on a fucking leash and show it who’s boss.” My cheeks are burning as I stare at him. His eyes now drag up from my lips and burn into mine. “Understood?”
“Understood,” I whisper softly.
“Good girl.”
My cheeks burn at those two words, and I hate how he can see me flush like a tomato. However, when that faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, I’m sucked in, my embarrassment and annoyance fading away, and all I can see is him.
Focus
Sienna
There’s a shout from outside, and we both look towards the door, Jayce swiftly putting distance between us.
I wish he hadn’t; I like it when he’s close.
“So, I was thinking we sit in for training, simply present, not participating. We’ll sit behind the wall at the back, and you will focus on controlling and staying calm as those emotions start to get stronger. I can pretty much sense your powers, so I know when they intensify and how you’re feeling, so I’ll be there to guide you,” Jayce says, once again down to business.
“I think if you make a focal point to channel your mind to, a place to draw your power to, that might help when things get intense,” he continues.
It makes sense somewhat, but I’m doubtful. I’ve tried to control it countless times. And sitting in, I don’t think I’ll last too long, just like last time. “Ok, but when I say it’s getting too much, can I leave?”
He looks at me, and that pause makes me doubt he’ll agree. “Sure,” he says, surprising me.
I narrow my eyes. “Really?” I push.
“Sure. If it gets too much.”
“It will, it always does.” I sigh.
“One way to find out,” he says as he walks to the door.
Not even a kiss… I purse my lips, hating the fact that he’s back in control of his emotions. Is he having doubts? I follow him to the door, and he pulls it open. I brush past him, making sure I make contact as I do, but I don’t spare him a glance. I lead the way to the training hall, feeling his eyes on me, but if he wants to play it cool, so can I.
Wait, can he sense that I’m annoyed?
When we reach the door to the training hall, I watch him suspiciously. If he can sense it, he doesn’t let on. What if I act too annoyed and he decides this is a bad idea? My heart sinks at the thought, and any annoyance I felt vanishes.
“Your emotions are more confusing than the British weather…” he murmurs as he now leads the way across the training hall. I can feel people watching us, but I keep my eyes ahead, and the view is actually very hot. Jayce walks with an effortless confidence, which oozes sexiness and arrogance, and gods, could I watch him all day.
His broad back and his ass, like the rest of him, are perfect.
He stops behind the wall that leads to the medical room, and he drops onto the floor, leaning against the wall.
