Gathering Storm by Cecily Magnon

Author:Cecily Magnon
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: 12 Angels Publishing
Published: 2014-05-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Friday, December 21st

What the hell did she get into? What was she thinking? She was a scientist, not a fighter.

Training was extreme on all levels. She often forgot her attraction to Jarron amidst the expletives that came out of her mouth as he threw her down on the mats or pushed her up against a wall. He brought out a level of strength and ferocity in her that she hadn’t realized she possessed.

She felt her power rising to the surface.

He pushed her to her limits and beyond, sometimes pushing her to tears of frustration. She thought that he was trying to break her. If she stopped at fifty, he would force another thirty on her. It didn’t matter what exercise, what drill, what time, nothing. He pushed and he pushed for more. He didn’t take excuses, and he challenged her determination.

Ellie collapsed on the floor, her knees bent in the air. She was gasping for air, the stinging in her lungs making her cough. She let her head roll heavily to the side to look at the self-satisfied smirk on her punisher’s face. She wanted to kick the pretty right off of him.

His heterochromic eyes brightened as he clapped slowly to punctuate the completion of her last drill. “Come on, get up! Do it again!” He commanded.

She rolled to her side and tried pushing up from the floor, but every muscle went into shock. Oh god, her whole body was about to cramp. Pretty boy was going to get his ass beat as soon as she could move. She slumped back down on the mat, letting gravity roll her head side to side to signal defeat. She’d kick his ass tomorrow… when she could move again.

He smirked. “Catch your breath. You can take a break.” He walked out of the gym, his backside looking sexy as hell. That’s it. Exhaustion had fried her mind, too.

She was delirious, but knew that something more needed to happen. She felt it gnawing at her gut. She could feel the power coursing through her like waves crashing against a rocky harbor -- a building tidal wave of energy that was guiding her instincts and waking the forgotten abilities of a warrior. But the warrior inside was trapped and needed to be released.

Her eyes opened and closed slowly, her exhaustion making her whole body go limp on the mat. She surrendered to the heaviness of her lids. It would have taken the power of Atlas to lift them open as her vision became hazy and dreams quickly began to unfold.

She could see the light dancing on the surface of the water. It was beautiful, peaceful. She was sinking in frigid water. Her hair lifted above her face, while the underwater tides cradled her descent.

Schools of fish swam past and away from a pod of dolphins giving chase.

“Elysa! Rise! Your power is within your grasp. Rise to the surface! Claim the light! Rise, Elysa!” A dim voice echoed from a distance.

She was alone. Who was there? She thrashed against the force pulling her down.

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