The Fallen Ones (The Fallen Angels Series Book 1) by Katelyn Campbell Page B

am a little
insulted that he so easily believes that she could beat me in hand to hand
combat. “Not like that, Levi. I made her mad and she charged me and then sent
me flying flat on my back with her powers. She doesn’t run that fast.” I
am surprised by how insulted I am at the thought of someone being stronger than
me.
    He
immediately begins to quiz me on how we trained, I tell him about the running
and stairs, then I tell him about our fight, he is hanging on by the edge of
his seat by the time I am finished “Dammit, Ephraim! If I had known all she
needed was to be pissed off, I would’ve suggested you train with her a lot
sooner. That’s phenomenal! I have spent days attempting what you managed to
pull off in a few short hours, hell hath no fury and all, I guess….”  I catch
his dual meaning and while it would lead to a fight with anyone else, Levi is
the brother I never had, he knows of my lineage and never once has he used it
against me, so I know better than to be upset with him at this point.
    I ask
him about his training techniques, what worked for them and how she accessed
her powers when he was around. I feel like we are on the precipice of something
here, but I just don’t know what. At first he describes a boring technique to
me about shutting of her thoughts and light switches. I begin to lose interest
but then he points out that his training exercises are all centered around her
learning to gain control. “I just don’t get it. She didn’t show any control
whatsoever when she threw me across an arena, it’s like she just lost it and
acted without even meaning to. She ran off completely ashamed and shocked. I
actually thought that maybe it was her coming home when I heard you come in, I
might need to call Alya and begin searching for her, it’s been awhile…” He
looks annoyed with me for a moment and I know that he is about to lecture me
about letting her run off on her own, but then his expression changes into a
look of excitement as he looks down to the table in front of me “Ephraim! I
think I’ve got it!” his words are running together and his time in Scotland is
beginning to show “We’ve spent the last two weeks searching for the object that
is her anchor, the girl never owned any real jewelry or family relics of any kind.
What if the anchor isn’t an object? What if instead of looking for a ‘what’ we
should be looking for a ‘who’?” I realize my crazy outcast friend may have a
point and his words are spilling out faster now “She accessed her power with me
using control and her power with you in a fit of rage or passion, if you will.
I know when I access my power after some time away from it, there has to be an
element of passion and control, or else I am prone to misfire or complacency!”
    I
realize he must be right “So, are you saying you think we are her anchors?” he
sits back with a satisfied look on his face “Aye, Brother. That we are! Now we
just need to prove it.” I am following him but have a hard time believing she
would agree to train further with me after our incident today “Levi, I can’t
ask her to train with both of us, I have rarely seen someone as angry with me
as she was today and after what she did, she was clearly scared.” His
expression grows serious as we hear the front door opening once again “Just
leave it to me, Brother.”
    She
walks through the door and looks completely broken. I have no clue what to say
to her or how to approach her. I know that I am the reason for the despondent
look on her face and I feel an overwhelming urge to walk up to her, wrap her in
my arms and tell her everything will be ok. Instead, like to coward I am, I
allow Levi to do it for me. “Little Princess, I hear you’ve had a big day.” I
feel annoyed at him freely using a pet name with her, he has always been so
good with others, I guess that is because he genuinely likes everyone. He
continues on “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Ephraim and I