winced as she pushed him to his knees, putting pressure on his upper arm as she pulled the arm upwards, poised to break it. She did it in seconds, as much of a blur as his attack had been.
Noah grinned up at her. “Good.”
“Thanks.”
“Uh you can let go now.”
“Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, releasing him and watching with a little smidge of sadistic satisfaction as he rubbed his arm.
“You’ve gotten stronger with the change.”
At the comment Eden flexed her hands, staring at them. She didn’t feel any stronger but she guessed Noah would know. “That’s good though right?”
“That’s excellent. Now, come on, let’s see if you can get me into a neck crank.” For the next half hour or so Noah attacked and Eden defended. Smacking Noah to the mat time after time was hugely satisfying and in a way was really helping along the whole forgiving him thing.
She thought maybe he knew that because he kept giving her these wry, knowing looks every time she attacked him with more force than was necessary. He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes at her and went on to try something new.
“OK.” Noah sprung to his feet, barely winded by her last smackdown. The guy was like the freakin’ Energiser bunny. “This time when you defend, I’m going to keep attacking.” Her heart was already pumping pretty fast. Now it spluttered.
Hadn’t she already?
“Sure,” she replied, keeping her face carefully expression free.
As he punched Noah stepped forward with his right leg. Eden pushed the punch away with force so that Noah was thrown off balance, leaving his leg undefended. She pounded her knee into the side of his upper thigh with total brutality and watched his eyes narrow with pain as his leg crumpled, taking him to the mat. Stupidly triumphant, Eden forgot that Noah was fighting back and just stood gloating as he fell. But as soon as he hit the mat, he swung his good leg up and caught her behind the knees. Eden crashed to the mat, the air whooshing out of her lungs. She’d barely blinked once and Noah was on top of her, his strong upper thighs caging her legs, his lower legs trapping hers and his hands gripping hers above her head. Trying to move was useless. She pushed her body up at him but he wouldn’t budge. Growling in frustration, she collapsed against the mat and glared up into Noah’s smiling eyes.
She was totally caught.
“Told you I was going to fight back,” he murmured.
The low vibrato of his voice sent a shiver down Eden’s spine and she was suddenly completely aware of the fact that Noah was straddling her. The heat of his body soaked into hers, his face inches above her. Eden’s breath caught and the sound seemed to make its way through Noah’s body because she felt him tense and watched his eyes narrow and darken as they drifted over her face to her lips.
Attraction rippled in waves off of both of them and Eden couldn’t remember where they were or what they had been doing. All she cared about was the delicious tingling in her body, the flush of heat that held her captive, the way the sight of Noah’s mouth and strong jawline and throat sent dangerous shivers cascading over her and caused a strange but pleasant tug in her lower abdomen.
His lidded eyes drew back to hers and Eden felt triumphant at the sight of Noah’s desire. She had been right. He did want her.
“I hope I am not interrupting.”
They both froze.
Cyrus.
With a hastiness that was almost comical Noah slid off of her, throwing her a desperately pleading look as she gasped at the feel of his body whispering over hers.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, not sure what she was apologising for and feeling very stupid all of sudden. No longer able to look at Noah, Eden scrambled to her feet to face Cyrus and Val. Her guardian didn’t look angry but he was certainly eyeing Noah strangely. And then she saw it. The dark flash of warning in his gaze. When Noah tensed beside her she knew he had gotten the message.
Eden glanced at Val for reassurance and only saw resignation on her face. Eden frowned at that.
“Eden,” Cyrus spoke, drawing her gaze back to his. His eyes were carefully blank once again.
“You will resume training with Valeria with Noah coaching.” Neither of them argued as Val joined Eden on the mat and Noah stepped off to the side beside Cyrus. As she began to spar with Val, a studied politeness developed between her and Noah. On the outside it was as if nothing had happened. On the inside… Eden couldn’t stop remembering what it felt like to have the pressure of Noah’s body on hers. It was the most delicious feeling she had ever felt. She’d felt so awake. So real. It unlike anything she’d ever felt before and it was as addictive and as needy as her soul eater hunger had been but it didn’t incite feelings of terror and horror within her.
Instead, it made her feel hot and electric all over. Not at all the kind of feelings she had time to dwell on at the moment. In fact… they were kind of brilliantly inconvenient.
Val’s knuckles brushed her cheek in a punch and the Ankh stepped back impatiently. Noah clipped at Eden to focus, his business-like tone icing over some of the earlier warmth. She threw him a dirty look and kicked Val’s legs out from underneath her.
Chapter Thirteen. Breathless Clarity
Despite Cyrus’ optimism that her training would progress quickly Eden still hadn’t gotten around to sword training yet. Instead she had been training nonstop in hand to hand combat all week. Things between her and Noah were a little strained. They had come to a truce of sorts and she was probably politer towards him than she’d ever been, which made her awkward, and she had the feeling it was making Noah uncomfortable. She just didn’t want to ignite the spark between them again, and teasing and grouching at him as if he were a friend would certainly do that. As for Noah, Eden wasn’t sure what his deal was. On the one hand he’d diligently avoided physical contact with her since their ‘mat’ moment but on the other she got the feeling her politeness was driving him nuts. She didn’t mean to drive him nuts. She just… jeez, thinking about Noah would give her a headache if Ankh were capable of the affliction.
So focusing on her training not only felt great, but it took her mind off things. Eden had mastered combat and was eager to go on her first hunt. Cyrus and McLeish were positive that there was a group of soul eaters in the city. There had been two murder cases in the last few days and in each case the family members had stated that the accused had been acting very uncharacteristically for days before the attack. They spoke of two women who had been easy going, run-of-the-mill nice, and how they had suddenly undergone some extreme behavioural changes. That and an apparent sighting by one of the Neith was enough for them to go on. However, the den, if there was one, wasn’t above the club in New Town. Cyrus and Val had been out with the Neith hunting and investigating, scouring the entire city for any new leads on where the soul eaters could possibly be holing themselves up. The fact that there had been no word made them suspect the den had moved to a private residence. With Val and Cyrus out hunting that left Noah back at the house to babysit her.
She’d tried to say she was perfectly OK with Mhairi and the rest of the Douglas’ but Cyrus was adamant Eden remain in the company of an Ankh at all times. She could tell being left out of the hunt was chafing Noah. She could tell because it was beginning to chafe her. Ten days she had been in Edinburgh. Ten days that might as well have been ten years she felt so different. She was changed.
She was strong. Powerful. Capable. She was ready to be redeemed. Pity Cyrus was erring on the side of
