Erik and Henri were both gone when I got back to my cabin; a fact for which I was grateful. I showered, dressed, and curled into my bed with a book. Penny had invited me to hang out in her room with some other pledges, but I really wanted to be alone.

I must have fallen asleep while reading because I awoke with a start when the door to the cabin flew open and slammed against the wall. I shot up in my bed as Erik stormed through, Henri hot on his heels. Something was wrong—Erik was holding a bloody cloth to the side of his face with one hand, and had a bag of ice in the other. Henri went straight for the medical kit in the bathroom as Erik threw himself on his bed.

“What happened?” I exclaimed, jumping off of my bed and running over to him.

“It’s nothing, Tals. I just got in a little scuffle with an asshole at the bar.” He refused to meet my eyes, and I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was hiding something.

I reached up, and pulled the hand holding the cloth away from his face. I gasped at the cut across his cheekbone. A bruise was already blossoming around the edges. I looked over the rest of him; his shirt was torn and I could see red patches across his chest and stomach. The knuckles of both his hands were bloody, and several nasty red scratches ran the length of his arms.

“Who did this?” I asked tightly.

“I told you, just some asshole at the bar,” Erik said, through clenched teeth.

“Look at me,” I demanded. He shook his head and refused to lift his eyes. I opened my mind and tried to reach into his.

“Stop!” he screamed, jumping back. “Don’t you dare, Natalia. I’ve been through enough tonight. I don’t need you playing around in my head, too.”

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, stumbling backward off of his bed, regretting overstepping my bounds.

“Tal, why don’t you sit over there so I can clean Erik’s cut,” Henri said quietly, gesturing to the chair in the corner of the room. I nodded and moved clumsily back out of the way.

“Erik,” I tried again. I couldn’t help myself.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” he cut me off.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t understand.”

“Not everything is about you!” he shouted. His words stung, and I felt the prick of tears in the corners of my eyes.

Out of habit, I did what I always do when I’m upset; I opened my mind to find Donavon, and was shocked to learn he was in his cabin. I had no idea if it was after curfew, but I didn’t care either. I grabbed my shoes and ran out of the door.

“Talia! No!” Erik yelled after me, but I ignored him.

“Let her go. She’s going to find out soon enough,” I heard Henri say to him.

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I hesitated at the door to Donavon’s cabin. I had an awful feeling about what I would find behind that door. I raised my hand and rapped three knocks in fast succession. Harris opened the door a second later.

“Hey, Tal,” he said, a little too loudly.

“Hey Harris, is he in there?” I asked, even though I knew he was.

“Um… yeah. He’s here, but I’m not really sure this is really a good time.” He filled the entire doorway, preventing me from seeing into the cabin.

“Let her in,” I heard Donavon’s muffled voice from inside.

Harris looked at me with pity and moved to one side. I walked over to Donavon. He was sitting with ice wrapped in a cloth pressed to his mouth, and his shirt was torn and bloody. One of his eyes had swelled almost completely shut, leaving only a slit of blue visible.

“Why?” I demanded.

“I don’t want to do this with you right now, Tal.” Donavon sounded tired.

“Why?” I repeated louder. Both Harris and Arden were there, watching and listening, but I didn’t care what they thought about me.

“Erik was being a jerk and I said something. Then one thing led to another, and we got into a fight,” Donavon wouldn’t meet my eyes. For the first time ever, Donavon was lying to me. What I didn’t know was why. I could push my way into his head, but a part of me was afraid of what I might find.

“Fine, if that’s all, then I’m going back to bed.” I turned and walked to the door.

“Tal, wait!” I turned around and met his eyes. “I love you.”

The look in Donavon’s eyes said he was scared. I didn’t have to dig in to his mind to know what he was scared of—he was scared of losing me. A familiar surge of emotion washed over me. I felt awful for letting Erik affect me the way that he had. I felt ashamed about the way that I’d been acting. Most of all, I felt guilty.

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“I know, Donavon. I love you, too,” I walked back over to him and gently kissed him on the cheek.

When I left, I didn’t go back to my cabin. I couldn’t face Erik. What had I done? What had I started? Erik had never liked Donavon, but now they were getting into physical altercations? If anyone in charge found out about this, they would both be in huge trouble, and it would all be my fault. When had I become the kind of girl who played boys against each other? Let boys fight over her?

It was cold outside, and I wasn’t really dressed appropriately for the rapidly decreasing temperature. I hugged myself and tried to will the cold away. I sat on one of the wooden benches that surrounded a fire pit in the center of Hunters Village, and counted the stars in the night sky. I don’t know how long I sat there, but I had lost count of the stars several times before I heard footsteps behind me.

I knew it was Erik before he spoke. “Tals?” he hesitated, several feet from the bench.

“Hi, Erik,” I replied, without turning around.

“Can I sit with you?” He sounded nervous.

“Are you sure you want to?” I mumbled.

The bench sagged slightly under his weight as he sat down, careful not to touch me. “It’s cold out here. Why don’t you come back to the cabin?”

“I’m sorry, Erik,” my voice was barely audible.

“Sorry? For what? It’s not your fault your boyfriend sucks.”

“Sorry that you got in a fight because of me.” I tried to keep my voice from trembling.

“Do you love him, Tals?” Erik caught me by surprise—I hadn’t expected him to be so bold.

“Of course, I do,” I snapped, but I didn’t even believe my own words. “I do love him,” I repeated, this time with more conviction and more for my benefit than Erik’s.

Erik hesitantly reached for my hand When I didn’t pull away, he grasped it firmly in his own. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Donavon would never hurt me,” I said evenly. I was the one hurting him. Did Erik not see that? I met his eyes.

“You sure about that?” Erik asked. I looked at his bruised face and wanted more than anything to comfort him. I raised my hand slowly toward his cheek, but let it drop before my fingertips could brush his skin.

“Positive,” I answered.

Erik nodded sadly and got to his feet, pulling me with him, “Let’s get you to bed.”

I let Erik lead me back to our cabin. I curled up in my bed. Even with all of my blankets, I couldn’t shake off the numbness that had taken over my body.

The next few days were awkward at best. Everyone wanted to talk about the fight between Donavon and Erik. Nobody knew they’d been fighting about me since the only other person from The Agency there had been Arden. Henri had been with Frederick until Erik messaged him, needing a ride back to Headquarters, and Harris never left the cabin.

Penny pressed me for details, but I couldn’t tell her what I didn’t know. Besides knowing that they got in a fight about me, I didn’t know how it had started or ended. I saw the aftermath, and that was plenty; I didn’t really want to know more. I wanted it all to go away.

Captain Alvarez called both boys into his office. Since neither would admit who’d started the fight, Captain Alvarez was hesitant to hand out unequal reprimands. Thankfully, they were only issued stern warnings. If Erik had gotten into a fight with any other operative, the penalty would’ve been stiffer; no one wanted to risk angering Mac by punishing his son.

Our training sessions became longer, more intense. Erik was friendly enough; he didn’t go out of his way to avoid me, but he rarely joked around and seemed distant most days. Every chance he got, he went into the city and stayed until well after curfew if he came home at all. Henri insisted I just needed to give him time. I wanted to believe him, but I was afraid my silly crush on him had ruined everything.

“Maybe you should have me transferred,” I suggested to Henri at dinner one night after Erik had gone to D.C. for the third night in a row.

“No,” he answered firmly. “For months, we have worked to get where we are, and I’m not throwing that away. Erik just needs some time.”

“I messed up, though, didn’t I?”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Henri said, emphatically. “Honestly, the reason he’s staying away is not what you think. Erik just does this sometimes.” He was lying to make me feel better, but I nodded as if I understood what he meant, anyway.

Donavon was a different story. He clung to me like a drowning man to a life raft. He would wait for me when I was done with practice, and he insisted I eat dinner with him almost every night. After we’d eat, he would refuse to let me out of his sight until he deposited me at my door, minutes before curfew. Instead of going into the city on his nights off, Donavon chose to stay at Headquarters with me and Penny. When we were alone, he was careful not to get too physical, saying he knew that I would let him know when I was ready.

Soon, Donavon was at my side every minute that I wasn’t training. When we weren’t physically together, he was sending me thoughts. I wanted to block him, but I knew that would upset him too much. I longed for the blissful days when Henri’s worries bogged down my mind. Now, I couldn’t even make space in my head for Henri’s thoughts because Donavon’s constant mental ramblings left no room. Training was my only reprieve from his relentless intrusions. I felt justified in blocking him in order to concentrate on my mental connection with Erik and Henri.

Honestly, it was all becoming too much, and I started to feel smothered. So, when Henri announced at breakfast one morning that we had been given two back-to-back hunts that would keep us away for at least two weeks, possibly longer, I was relieved.

Space from Donavon was not the only reason that I wanted to get away from Headquarters. I was eager to correct the mistakes that I’d made in Mexico. I was desperate to prove that I belonged here; that I had what it took to be a Hunter. No matter how many times Henri told me that Hunters get hurt all the time, and that I hadn’t messed up, I couldn’t really believe him. I knew that the hard part had been getting accepted to pledge the Hunters, but if I didn’t prove my worth in the field, I still might not graduate.

We flew out before sunrise the next morning. I’d said goodbye to Donavon the night before because I didn’t want him coming to the hangar with Erik there. A bleary-eyed, bushy-haired Penny did show up at the hangar to say goodbye and wish us luck, and I was grateful for her presence.

I had mixed feelings about leaving Donavon. I was, of course, relieved to be away from him for a couple of days, but I was also uneasy about spending so much time alone with Erik without the constant reminder of my boyfriend. I was nervous that the confusing—and consuming—feelings for Erik would return. No wonder that Donavon was scared to leave me alone; if I couldn’t trust myself to keep my distance from Erik, how could he?