Eleanor took in a deep breath... Then let it out and allowed her eyelids lift. Her eyes slowly took in the sunbathed room and a small smile formed. How lovely. Everything seemed so peaceful. Like a hammock set up on beach, with the soft breeze kissing your skin, while the seagulls called. It just felt so... So nice, y'know? The prefect combination of hot and cold. Her pillow seemed to agree as it went uuup and dooown and uuup and doown. She softly giggled. The giggling continued, till her mind went all 'Hey sun bather, pillows don't move, do they?' ugh! Way to spoil the fun. She blinked and noticed the neat dullness of the room. With a slight brow raise, she slowly looked up and met a calm, childlike expression, painted onto Andreas' face as he slept. She couldn't stop herself from staring. The man was a body of contrasts. His face was the epitome of calm and peace, but his body exclaimed dangerous strength and brutality. And his body heat? That washed off him in waves. He was very

Eleanor allowed her eyes drift open. Looking around, she saw that she was laying in a bed as usual, but, instead of sunlight, the soft moonlight shone through the window, casting an ethereal glow unto the room."You're awake."She turned her head to the side and saw a figure sitting on a chair by the window. She blinked and squinted but could only make out a silhouette. The figure rose and began to walk towards her. Big and muscled, yet, she just knew it wasn't Andreas. It wasn't till he sat down on the bed beside her that she saw that it was Anthony. She gave him a tired smile,"Hi." And tried to sit up. He helped her sit with her back against the headboard before settling down again. She wrapped her tired arms around her raised knees and sighed."How long have I been out?""Three days.""So today's Saturday?"Anthony nodded, "Approximately-" he paused to pull out his phone "-8:52pm. How do you feel?""Beat." Eleanor chuckled dryly.Anth

Andreas opened the door and walked out. Where was Eleanor? He'd woken up on the chair and she wasn't on the bed. She wasn't in the house, in fact. He let the early morning sun wash over his face, as he rose his head and took a big whiff. He followed her scent to a tree and stood there. She came to a tree? He heard shuffling coming from up top and exhaled.Of course.He proceeded to lie on the ground. He got comfortable and focused his eyes on the tree."What're you doing up there this time?" He called out."What're you doing down there?""Waiting for you to fall."Her eye roll was inevitable. He hastily caught sight of her legs before they disappeared. He remained there for a few more minutes, watching like an eagle for any sign of distress, before she came down. He sat up. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, her face and neck was wet with sweat, her chest was clad in a dark blue sports bra with a small cross bag trailing across and ending at her hip,

Eleanor lay like a starfish on the forest floor. It had been three days. Three whole days of training with Anthony and she had only just gotten some reprieve by throwing him off. Who knew emotions were so much work, even when brought into physical display? Turning back against him the emotional energy he got from her was a real strainer."One more round, stand up."Anthony said and went to pull her up. Eleanor groaned and muscled herself up.Three hours later....Anna left Eleanor in the bathroom and rushed out to get a kit. Eleanor pressed a hand against her stomach and took in laboured breaths. During training, while they were working on the force of anger, as she'd tried sending it back, she'd left one of her emotions unprotected and Anthony, being the emotion hog that he was, saw it and even while he was sent flying over a distance, shot something right back at her. Her fear. She was scared of so much. Who knew fear packed such a heavy punch? She looked d

As days went by, Eleanor threw herself into training as she moved on with Alexandra. Alexandra's own sector was combat. Physical combat. After finding out that the shield she was able to use against Anthony could also be used to block off her fire, she went into sparring with Alexandra and Alexandra was actually good at it.... Very good at it. And professional. No snide comments, no verbal bites, no sarcastic replies, not even eye rolls and not once did she try to use her extraordinary strength to hurt Eleanor. It was almost like they were cool now. Eleanor would run in the morning, as per Alexandra's request, then after that, they would get to fighting, with Leo, Nick, Anthony, Andreas, and even Anna giving out tips and warnings from the side lines. Eleanor hadn't spoken of her trauma anymore. It was like nothing even happened and Andreas was worried, but he made sure to keep his watchful eyes on her at a distance. After two weeks of continuous training, Eleanor began to notice the