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(Nikita's P.O.V.) Inhaling Trojan's scent calmed the rising flame inside of me. I think it's the Black Magic that Mother transferred to me to keep me alive. It ignites when triggered by stressing circumstances. "Let go of her..." I looked at the man who spoke behind us. Ron was glaring at Trojan who was hiding me behind his broad shoulders. The latter pretended to not hear him, and even turned his back at Ron. "You're just making the situation worse. Let go of her!" he insisted, but Trojan was too stubborn to follow. I saw how Ron closed his fists, and they looked like they were prepared to punch Trojan who's silently hugging me in his arms. I bite my lower lips. I knew that nothing good would happen if I let them fight over me. The situation we're in is already stressful as it is, a