I glared at the handsome asshole across the room. His almond-shaped eyes narrowed further as he smiled and blew me a kiss before giving me the finger.
He, was why. And, I was going to kill him. I just needed to get close enough to his Asian ass to do it.
Before I could return his lewd gesture, I was forced to jump over the table or risk getting run over by it.
I landed in a crouch as it sailed past me before slamming into the metal wall leaving a dent.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Another object—this time a metal folding chair—zipped through the air, aiming for my face.
“Motherfu—”
My feet pounded through the warehouse, each step a loud echo in the near silent room.
I sprinted through the wide-open space, zipping past more flying furniture in my haste to get away.
Chair, end table, lamp—they were all out to get me.
Think, Aria. Think.
Easier said than done.
You try coming up with a plan when a full warehouse worth of furnishings is trying to kick your ass. I never should have agreed to this. I knew I needed the training. Controlling my pyrokinetic abilities had been a challenge in and of itself. Couple that with my newly acquired telekinetic abilities and I was a virulent ticking time bomb.
But this—this was not training. This was borderline abuse.
Okay, I was probably being dramatic but I couldn’t even count the bruises anymore. By the end of today I wouldn’t be surprised if I was a giant ball of purple and yellow flesh. I could barely make out my normally sun kissed olive skin as it was.
Soft afternoon light filtered in through the dirt-coated windows, lighting the space and illuminating Dia’s annoyed frown. What the hell did she have to be upset about?
She wasn’t the one being pelted. No, she got to stand in relative safety beside Jason as he threw everything he had at me. If it weren’t for the spelled cuff still wrapped around her wrist, I’m sure she’d have been joining him in the fun.
“Stop thinking like a mercenary and think like a psyker!” she shouted.
I flipped her the bird.
A smile spread across her face. Oh, when I was through with —
Chest heaving, I rounded a pillar and ran smack into a coffee table, falling to my knees.
Muscle memory took hold and I jumped to my feet. I kicked the table in the center with my steel-toed boots. It split so I kicked it again, this time breaking it in half.
A smile spread across my face. “Take that!” Stupid table. The karate kid in me jumped for joy.
“You can’t win by killing the furniture.” Jason Hoang’s voice rang through the open space.
I shifted my gaze back to him. He leaned against a brick pillar with a bored expression on his face. Then again, he was always bored as though kicking my ass was hardly ever a challenge.
I wanted to punch him. What the hell kind of training exercise was this supposed to be anyway?
An idea formed in my mind and before I could second guess it, I launched to my feet and sprinted in his direction.
Jason’s dark brown, almond-shaped eyes narrowed. Of Korean and Chinese descent, Jason had dark brown hair that was shaved on the sides and longer on top. Today he wore ripped jeans and a quarter-sleeve, v-neck white T-shirt.
If I didn’t know better, I’d be fooled into believing Jason was the boy next door type. He carried a bored and aloof attitude and smiled easily but let me tell you—he was far from it and I sure as hell knew better.
He was the telekinetic mind behind the attacking furniture. Disable him and I’d disable the furniture. Sounded like a solid plan to me.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Oh, wouldn’t he like to know.
I smirked and continued my forward charge.
I was five feet away now and closing in when all of a sudden, the air in front of me shimmered, the only hint that he’d formed an invisible wall between us.
I ran headfirst into it and bounced back, falling on my ass.
“Shit!” I spit blood and glowered up at him.
“You can’t beat every opponent with brute force. You’re not a shifter.” He flicked his gaze toward Declan, who had so far been a quiet observer. Asshole. He was the reason I was here, training. You’d think being his mate would keep me warm and sheltered. But no. His idea of keeping me safe was by throwing me to the wolves to get my ass kicked.
I threw my hands in the air. “What do you want from me? I’m trying here.”
Dia stomped over and helped me to my feet before giving me a small shove in the shoulder. “You’re not trying. You’re a telekinetic. Use it.”
I shook my head. They didn’t know what they were asking. “I fight better with my fire —”
“Too bad. You’re never going to take down your mother if you don’t figure out how to master both and use them in conjunction with one another. And stop fighting like a street fighter. Look at you.” Jason waved a hand in my direction. “You’re covered in sweat, breathing heavy, and look like a strong wind could topple you over.” He shook his head and then turned to Declan. “Has no one been working with her?”
Declan’s emerald green eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you insinuating?” he asked and took a menacing step forward.
That’s right, baby! You tell him. I clamped my jaw shut before I could embarrass myself and say those words out loud.
Jason didn’t seem cowed. If anything, he was angrier.
“She isn’t a shifter, yet her first instinct is to
