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an older term, more powerful. And she has power. A great deal of power.”
    “Her family…”
    “Is also very powerful, but they currently reside in Ireland.”
    “So why is Jillian here?”
    “That is for her to say. I have already told you more than I should have,” Nicolae replied. “She will be by later today to help you train.”
    “I don’t need help training; I remember everything you taught me. Plus I’ve trained on my own and I have been fighting the Unseelie and rogue shifters for the last year.”
    “Still, I want to see what you’ve got. Jillian agreed to help.”
    “Fine. Does that mean you will assign a portion of New York to me?”
    “Perhaps. Perhaps not.”
    “What? What do you mean, perhaps not?”
    “I may need you for something else. We’ll see.”
    I sighed and finished my eggs. I don’t know why I thought coming to New York would be the answer to anything. It seems all I have found is more questions.
    I washed up my dishes and then went to Uncle Nicu’s training studio. I decided to get some training in before I had to perform for Jillian and Uncle Nicu. Grabbing my iPod and my swords, I strode into the studio and looked around. I started with a little Tai Chi to warm up, and then I went to the weight bench. I set the weights at one-fifty knowing I could handle that much without a spotter. After several reps, I picked up my swords and practiced against the wooden dummy. I didn’t notice Jillian approaching me from behind a few hours later. I spun around, my swords in place, as she touched my shoulder. I would have taken off her hand if she hadn’t created some sort of instant force field.
    “Holy crap on cracker! What the hell were you thinking, approaching me like that? Didn’t you see the swords?” I asked pulling my ear-buds out of my ears.
    Jillian rolled her eyes. “I’ve been callin’ yer name fer five minutes, when ye didn’t answer I put up me shield an’ came closer. What‘s the craic?”
    “Huh?” I asked stupidly, not understanding her.
    Jillian sighed. “What ye listenin’ ta?”
    I grinned. “Yeah, probably not something you’d be into.”
    Jillian picked up the ear bud dangling from my iPod and put it to her ear. “ Eminem… Not Afraid … pure? Like, for real? What else ye havin’ on here?” she asked snatching the iPod off my hip and beginning to scroll through my play list. “ Rejects, Godsmack, Incubus, not like totally brutal. A wee bit gob-smacked, not to see Muse on here.”
    “It’s on there, different play list, though,” I said, taking the iPod from her and sticking it in my pocket.
    Jillian smirked. “So, ye’re Nicu’s nephew. Like, how come he sent ye away ta Indiana? We could have been usin’ yer help here.”
    “Not sure. I’m betting it’s something to do with my dad, though.”
    “Yeah, I heard aboot that. Sorry.”
    “It’s okay. Just gives me one more reason to want to go hunt these nightmares down and slaughter them.”
    Jillian laid a hand on my shoulder. “I understand. Come on then, show me what ye got.” She turned to her right and put her hands out and projected a real slimy nightmarish creature for me to fight.
    I back-flipped away and redrew my swords. The projection leapt forward and I dodged to the left, slicing at it with my right sword. The projection spun around, but I was faster as I flipped over the top of it and stabbed downward with both swords, splitting it in-half. I watched as the projection blew apart and disintegrated. “Happy?”
    “Not brutal,” she said with a little grin. “A wee bit theatrical, but considerin’ the source…not totally brutal.”
    I frowned. “Theatrical? Really?”
    “Yes. Ye could have taken him oot much faster withoot the flips.”
    “And I suppose you would have shot a fireball straight at it and it would have disintegrated within seconds. Too bad I don’t have that gift; I’ve only got my wits and my swords.”
    “Roi’t, fireballs are like savage.”