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what was happening.  Alexander felt him coming and moved on, following Gwyn out of the bar.
    ‘Well that was interesting,’ Marcus drawled, standing very close and looking down at her with flirty eyes.  He smelt of soft vanilla and as it wafted over her, she inhaled greedily, momentarily disorientated as her pulse reacted, quickening, her energy singing, colour rising to her cheeks.  She told herself to snap out of it, exhaling sharply, trying to get a handle on her out of control emotions.  ‘Alexander doesn’t usually deign to interact with anybody.  And even if he didn’t talk to you, I would call that an interaction, wouldn’t you?’
    ‘I’m not entirely sure what I would call it really, other than weird,’ Anita shot back, a little too sharply.
    Marcus smiled.  It wasn’t every day a girl spoke to him like that.  ‘We’re heading back to my family’s residence just outside of town.  Why don’t you join us?’  Anita recognised a challenge when she saw one, and this was most definitely a challenge.  If she knew anything, she knew she did not want to take on the Descendants all at once, and certainly not on their territory.  If Anita had had a social climbing mother, what she was about to do would be cause for disinheritance, but seeing as she didn’t, and that to Anita winning was more important, she had to say no.
    ‘I’m terribly sorry but I have a prior engagement,’ she said sweetly, looking up at him through her lashes, matching his flirty tone, ‘excuse me.’  And with that she left through the back exit, leaving everyone in the bar staring at Marcus as he turned indifferently and strode out to join the others.
    ‘Holy mother of the Gods,’ Cleo exclaimed, bounding out of the bar after Anita, ‘what were you thinking?’
    ‘It was a challenge,’ Anita shrugged, exasperated, as though this should be enough to explain everything.
    ‘You have just committed social suicide.’
    ‘Social suicide? How?’ Anita spat at her.  ‘Where exactly was I in the social standings anyway?  They’re just people Cleo.  People like you and me, but they just happened to be born into a different bloodline.’
    ‘They’re powerful Anita.  You need to be careful.’
    Alexander’s earlier words came back to her, ‘you are a very desirable asset’ and it halted her tirade, she knew Cleo was right.  ‘Look I know I shouldn’t have done it like that, but I couldn’t go to Marcus’ ‘residence’ and be their plaything for the evening.’  Cleo nodded.  At least Anita hadn’t made a complete swooning idiot out of herself like most other girls would have.  ‘Look, Cleo, I think I’m going to head home.  Thanks for the champagne and say bye to Bas for me?’
    ‘Sure, no worries,’ said Cleo blankly, shaking her head as she turned and went back inside.
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    Alexander got up and made his excuses.  There was only so much of Gwyn and Marcus proclaiming they were masters of the universe that he could take.  He had never really liked spending time with them, but since Philip had died he found them tedious at best.  He decided to go back to the Temples and see how Christiana was doing, she was always a sound source of advice and maybe she could help him understand why the Body girl was having such an effect on him.  He, unlike her, was able to control his energy, so no-one would know, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.  Maybe it’s just her energy, he thought as he descended through the centre of the Temple of the Spirit into the lower chambers; it’s totally raw and unrefined, she has no idea how powerful she could be.  But he knew that wasn’t all it was, images of her pale lips, hypnotic smoky eyes, slender hands, delicate creamy skin, dark shiny hair, the dip between her collarbone and neck, the curve of her toned arms, for some reason kept invading his every thought, for some inexplicable reason his mind kept drawing him back to her. 
    Alexander