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Wasn’t it just predictable that when she finally did, it was because of someone she could never be with? Life just sucked for her that way.
    Still, he watched her, the silence between them growing thicker as the seconds ticked by. Even if she’d wanted to say something, she didn’t think she’d have the voice to do so. Her mouth and throat were suddenly as dry as the desert. The best she could manage was to look away from him, hoping that the disconnect would allow each of them to regain some of their senses.
     

     
    Bastian struggled to fight every instinct in his body that was screaming for him to swallow up the space between them, and pull her close to him. He couldn’t stop his eyes from raking her lithe body, especially now that he knew there was nothing under the black tights that clung to her every curve. She was just so beautiful, it hurt to look at her. Everything about Pixie seemed fragile, and Bastian was anything but.
    He would crush her, he knew. Not physically – no, he would never to anything to actually hurt her that way. But emotionally, yes. He just wasn’t the sort of man who should – or could – get involved with someone as lovely as Pixie. Even though she was a fighter herself, there was just something about her that screamed, not for you, Bastian.
    He wasn’t good enough for a girl with that much depth in the ocean blue of her eyes. He cleared his throat, breaking the spell that had fallen over them the second she’d stepped out of the bathroom.
    “I’ve brought you some food, and then you’ll be taken to the practice area,” he told her.
    Her eyes looked up from where they’d focused on the floor, confusion written in them. “Why do I need to go to the practice area?” she asked.
    God, her voice sent chills down his spine. It was the kind of smooth, gentle tone that would ease a man’s soul at the end of a hard day. What would she sound like in the throes of passion? He wondered. Hardening his jaw, he instantly tossed those thoughts from his mind.
    “I thought you might like an opportunity to get out of this room,” he explained. “But if you’d rather stay here…” His hands splayed out, gesturing to the walls surrounding them in a silent question.
    She straightened, her eyes instantly changing from confusion to determination. “Of course I want out,” she replied. “Let me just put my shoes back on.”
    “Eat first,” he ordered, before he could stop himself. “I don’t want you passing out.” The protective feeling he was dealing with towards her was starting to get ridiculous. He almost wanted to say never mind, and that he could care less if she did pass out, but he didn’t. Because he knew that he really did want to make sure she was getting some sort of nutrients. She was interfering with his usual detached exterior and he didn’t like it.
    Pixie looked at him with an unreadable expression, before moving. She brushed past him, her scent enveloping him as she did. Bastian took a steadying breath, willing his body to regain some ounce of control. The tendrils of her freshly washed scent were coiling within him, hardening every part of his body. He wanted her – badly. There was no reasonable explanation as to why, it was just there. Need and desire unlike anything he’d felt before. He knew nothing about her, but his body didn’t seem to care one way or another.
    Forcing himself to relax, he took a deep breath before turning to watch her. Pixie stood by the plate of food he’d brought her, not touching anything. Her brows were furrowed in confusion. Tiny white teeth bit at her bottom lip, fueling the raging fire within him once again.
    “Something the matter?” he asked, flinching at the gravelly sound of his voice. She shook her head absently, her eyes still focused downward.
    He stepped closer, keeping some distance so he wouldn’t do anything stupid. “Do you not like the food?”
    Her head shook again, this time lifting to look at him with