Page 20 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos (The Rossi Legacies #7)

Sienna

M y mood was off for the rest of the day, and I tried to avoid everyone, staying in my room whilst researching through a few grimoires.

I was tempted to look at the online databases, but the web that was created for the supernatural belongs to Leo.

I wouldn’t put it past him to be tracking all our searches.

Jayce had passed a message via our Schattensichts to meet him in one of the indoor simulation rooms. This is not going to be good…

I didn’t realise we were starting so soon, although he was serious when he said it.

I feel annoyed after hearing Allison’s comment, though, even though I have no right to be.

Heaven and Allie’s comment also keeps niggling at me. Do they think I like him? Is that why they said it?

But no matter how angry I was, I made sure I was there on time. Stepping into the large training hall, I look around at the metal walls that surround us.

Jayce is standing there, arms crossed.

“We’re training in here?” I ask. This is a practice facility, one of the few that use simulations, firearms, illusions and more to attack us during survival and tactical training. It can recreate battle scenes, which make good training and strategy sessions, not to mention brutal.

If I lost control in here… what would happen?

They are even powered by spells to reinforce them, but I’m confident I can bring them down. I’ve brought things of greater calibre to dust. Once upon a time…

I can feel his burning gaze on me, and my eyes flick to him.

The silence is loud between us, and I do a quick once-over. He’s wearing his uniform, black pants and the fitted black top that goes with it. One that emphasises all his muscles. Why is he so sexy?

Then I remember Allison’s words and look away.

I frown slightly as he begins to speak. “I’ve seen you spar, and let’s put it this way, my sister did better at the age of four.”

Ouch, I guess, but he’s not wrong. I’m pathetic.

“I want you to give it your all. Don’t hold back, because I know that is part of the problem.”

“That’s easier said than done…” I answer as I take my scrunchie from my wrist and tie my hair up, sighing softly.

“Not everything is easy to accomplish, but I can’t really have someone who can’t even protect herself on my team,” he says, now walking towards me. I look up at him. Why does he look so sexy walking towards me like that?

My heart races and I look down, but I can’t really see anything beyond my breasts and his – stop!

I shake my head and take a step back, putting space between us. “Ok, I’ll try.”

“Care to share why you hold back?”

I look at him, about to brush it off, but something in those sharp, green eyes makes me open my mouth. “Because I’m scared I’m going to hurt someone.”

Something in his eyes changes, and once again, he steps into my personal space, my heart only pounding louder, but this time, I try not to step back.

“You can’t hurt me, so don’t hold back.”

“You don’t know that,” I say quietly. “What if-”

“Trust me when I say you can’t hurt me. I’m not being overconfident. I’m stating facts. You can’t hurt me even if you’re capable of unleashing hell. I want you to throw everything you have into this because I won’t be holding back either.”

“I… ok…” I agree, but I don’t know… What if I do hurt him?

His eyes skim over me, and I look down at my hoodie, but he doesn’t say anything. I know how these clothes look on our bodies, and I am not about to fight him in my skin-tight outfit, not when every time he looks at me, I want him to see me.

I’m fucked in the head.

He motions for me to come at him, and nervously, I begin sparring. I’m second-guessing everything. Even moves that usually come easily. His frown is deepening, and he’s blocking every single blow, but his moves are getting rougher, and his blocks are getting harsher. He’s getting angry again.

“Is this all you got?” he asks, grabbing my arm, twisting it and pushing me to the floor. My ass hits the floor, making me gasp. It bloody well hurts. I get to my feet and rub my poor behind.

“I just-”

“I don’t want excuses! Fight me! Show me you aren’t just a pathetic little brat who loves to play the poor orphan, yet has all the time in the world to act and dress like a princess!”

My eyes flash with hurt. How dare he?!

His anger and my own emotions are swirling around me, and I want to attack back! But I’ll hurt him!

“It’s not- ahh!”

He doesn’t wait for a response, aiming a punch at me. I block clumsily, but the force throws me back. I can feel the rising irritation in his eyes as I tumble to the ground again.

“I think it’s time to show the world that not every Rossi is worth remembering.” My eyes widen, hurt clenching at my heart. His voice is so cold… He advances towards me, the hatred in his eyes burning like an inferno. “Some names are better off buried.”

I feel his aura surge – no, I see it. A beautiful dark blue, it’s almost black… He’s walking towards me, and it spreads around him like a cloak. Such a powerful aura…

My heart thunders as I back away, trying to shut out his anger.

“Fight me, Sienna, or I swear I will fucking destroy you!” he snarls, raising his fist. I shield my head, readying for the blow to come as I try to keep a grasp on my emotions.

I should fight back. I should hurt him!

“You’re useless. Maybe Sato was right. Are you really a Rossi?”

I gasp, freezing as a sharp stab of pain slams through my chest, and I look up at him. Dark red eyes meeting blue.

“Stop,” I breathe warningly; my heart hammering, my nails growing sharp and long.

He tilts his head, his eyes trailing over me. “You sure did good with your demon side. I guess even if you can’t fight, you might be a good fuck,” he whispers.

He did not.

Anger flares through me, and I snap, my power rising through me, like a dragon ready to destroy the entire world with its fire.

“Tell me, are you at least good at bending over like a good little-”

A scream of rage rips from my throat, and I’m back on my feet. My beating heart is ringing in my ears. Logic and sanity are gone, replaced only by the desire to hurt him.

The hunger to hurt him.

To wipe that look off his face.

I raise my fist, my aura swirling around me as I throw him back. The entire room darkens. My power is like a tornado, whipping through the air, creating deep, vicious dents in the metal that is meant to reinforce this room, along with the spells that I tear down.

My eyes are fixed on him, only him. That blue aura is swirling around him like a barrier as he stands there arrogantly, legs apart, arms crossed, watching me.

Does he think this is a game?

“Take it back,” I hiss, but it comes off more like a command. “NOW!” I scream.

“No.”

That only makes me angrier. My head is pounding as I run at him. Raising my hand, I flick it towards him, wanting it to rip him apart, but that shield is protecting him.

“Scared!” I snarl. “Fight me! This is what you want, right?!”

He’s ignoring me!

Attack after attack, I throw at him, blow after blow. He ducks and dodges, but I can’t land a blow! My rage is becoming uncontrollable. The room is being ripped apart. I can smell fire, smell something burning, the smoke…

The arrogance in his eyes is driving me insane.

I spread my hand, and the sound of metal tearing fills the room, and then a piece of metal is in my hands. I see Jayce’s eyes flicker with something that might be a surprise.

I run at him, raising my hand and throwing the shard of metal at him, fuelled and directed by my power.

He simply raises his hand, but that won’t work… I know that before he notices it, as the shard slows but continues to move past his shield as if it’s slicing through butter.

I twist my hand as I storm towards him, and this time he jumps up, flipping over me as the metal shard gets past the shield and hits the floor, embedding into it.

The ringing of an alarm is playing in the back of my mind as I turn, ready to attack Jayce, but he catches my fist. Dark red meets blue, creating a shimmering purple aura that hisses, and we are both thrown back.

Then we’re both back on our feet, racing towards one another, but this time it’s different.

We meet one another equally, but my agitation that I’m not winning is rising.

Every attack I throw, he counters by deflecting and taking his turn to attack.

I spin around, weaving under his arms and around him, as easy as it always has been. A dance perfected and drilled into me from a young age. I arch my back as he throws a punch, his power cutting through my hoodie like a blade.

I gasp as my head touches the ground, his cutting move almost touching my neck, and then I flip over.

He grabs the back of my torn hoodie, and I slide out of it, spinning around and aiming for a kick to the crotch.

He catches the back of my calf and yanks me towards him, raising his other hand, ready to attack.

I twist to break free, but he doesn’t let me go.

I can smell the fire growing. We are running out of time.

My heart pounds as he doesn’t let me go, and I lock my ankles around his knee and yank his legs from under him.

We both go crashing to the ground, and that rage to defeat him intensifies. I turn, straddling him and raise my hand when he sits up, our chests colliding as he pins my arms behind me.

He’s strong.

I gasp as I try to break free, my heart thumping as reality sinks in, and I find myself staring into those green eyes again.

We’re both breathing hard, our chests rising and falling heavily. He has a few cuts along his jaw and cheek. His messy, black hair falling into his eyes, those sexy lips parted and…

The hunger to destroy him is suddenly replaced with the intense urge to fuck him instead. My core clenches as I realise exactly what is pressed against my pussy.

His words from earlier flash through my mind, and anger rips through me again. He notices the change in me, and his grip on my wrists tightens, the other one going to my cheek, and he brushes his thumb along it.

Something wet smears across my cheek.

I’m bleeding?

“Now that’s a Rossi,” he murmurs, and to my surprise, he licks the blood from his thumb, his eyes fixed on me.

My cheeks heat up, my heart thrumming even louder, but suddenly water starts pouring over us, making me gasp.

I jump off his lap, and then he’s pulling me to my feet.

My eyes scan my surroundings, and my heart sinks. A room that was meant to be indestructible is in ruins.

I did this…

Pieces of metal hang creaking against the huge bolts that were supposed to be holding them in place.

Runes are charred into the metal, remnants of the spells destroyed.

Fire partially covers the room, and every single part of the room is destroyed.

I can see the upstairs hallway from a gap in the roof, and moonlight is peeking in from a gap somewhere to the side.

The sprinklers are trying to contain the fire. I didn’t even realise when I cut the power.

Everything comes crashing down, and my heart sinks. I did this.

“Oh fuck…” I step back.

“It’s just a room; just proof Leo really is fucking slacking,” he says, running his fingers through his hair.

I frown at him, unable to forget his words.

“Maybe,” I whisper, my heart thumping. “How dare you…?”

He cocks a brow, but I turn and run. Not wanting to be around him for a moment longer, when I have no idea if I want to hurt him, shout at him, kiss him or fuck him.