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Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381

Chapter 381

Chapter 381

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Ivory was quiet.

“And you carried it,” I said. “Through the amnesia, through the Hunt, through everything. You carried knowing what you’d done and what it cost and you did it without – without making it my problem.”

“It wasn’t your problem,” Ivory said. “It was my decision.”

“I know,” I said. “That’s what I’m saying.”

Something came from directly ahead – not a disc this time but a series of small stones, three of them, in rapid succession at staggered heights. I held the anchor, felt it stable, and moved through them – not blasting, because blasting all three would have been excessive and possibly damaged the path markers. Deflecting instead, redirecting each one, sending them harmlessly to the

sides.

Ivory stopped walking.

I stopped with her. Looked back.

She was looking at me with an expression I’d never seen from her before. Not the clinical assessment. Not the professional composure. Not the controlled grief of someone managing enormous feelings carefully.

Something open. Raw at the edges, the way the clinic had sounded through the door-not the full version of that, not the collapse she’d allowed in Kael’s presence. But a small version of it. The expression of someone who’d been presented with something unexpected and hadn’t had time to manage it before the response formed on their face.

“You deflected them,” she said.

“Blasting would have been wasteful,” I said..

“You could see all three trajectories simultaneously and calculate the minimum necessary response for each one without stopping moving,” she said. “And you held the anchor the whole time.”

“Yes,” I said,

“That,” she said, and her voice was quiet, “is the technique. That’s what you were looking for in the books. That’s what children of the moon are supposed to be able to do in crisis – not the maximum force, the minimum necessary. Not the biggest response, the most precise one.” She looked at me steadily. “You just did it without being taught it.”

“You were teaching me,” I said. “You’ve been teaching me for the past forty minutes.”

“I was showing you the foundation,” she said. “What you did with the stones was above what I was trying to show you.”

I looked at my hands. At the pearl ring, warm and visible even in the dusk light.

“The bloodline,” I said.

“The bloodline,” she confirmed.

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We stood at the base of the hill in the blue-amber dusk, on the flat ground where the training runs began, and something sat between us that was different from the things that had been sitting between us for months. Not resolved – not the clean resolution of things that had been sorted and put away. More like a rearrangement. The same pieces in a different configuration, finding new angles to rest against each other.

“About the central grounds,” I said. “What you said.”

Ivory looked at me.

“I know it was partly for the crowd,” I said. “I know you read the moment and made a choice about what the moment needed.” I met her gaze. “But I also know what Kael told me. That your jokes tend to have a real thing inside them.”

Ivory was very still.

“I’m not asking you to confirm or deny anything,” I said. “I’m just “I stopped, made sure the next part came out right. “I’m saying that whatever is real, if anything is real, I’m not running from it. I’ve been running from complicated things since I got here and I’ve been trying to stop doing that.” I looked at her steadily.

The dusk was fully present now. The light soft and blue and the first stars appearing in the direction of east.

Ivory looked at me for a long moment.

Then she said: “Ask me again when you’ve had more practice with the anchoring technique. The kind of answer that question deserves requires a stable foundation.”

I almost laughed. Not because it was deflection or not entirely because it was deflection. Because it was also, in the specific way of Ivory, honest. She was saying: not yet. Not because never, Because the ground needed to be more solid first. The foundation needed to be laid.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay,” she echoed.

She reached into her healer’s bag and produced two more clay discs, which she tossed lightly in her hand. “Again,” she said, with the return to clinical efficiency of someone resuming a task. “This time I want you to split the blast before the disc leaves my hand. See if you can anticipate the trajectory before the object is in motion.”

“That’s not possible,” I said,

“Probably not yet,” she agreed. “Try anyway.”

Ivory threw the first disc.

I felt it before I saw it. That was the point she’d been trying to make the anchor letting me sense things before they were fully visible, before my eyes had done the work of seeing them. The disc left her hand and I already knew where it was going, already had my hands up, already felt the power gathering in the warm place in my chest.

The blast went out clean. The disc shattered at twelve feet.

“Again,” she said, and threw the second one immediately, no pause, no warning gap.

I got that one too.

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