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had his pants on. We hadn’t done the nasty. The overpowering need to feel his touch on my skin was becoming painful. This was bad. This was really bad. I had to get far, far away from him. I bolted.
    Jaylan appeared, blocking me from leaving the mat. “You cannot leave the battlefield until your opponent is either dead or has surrendered.”
    I gaped at him. The Battle Commander would never surrender, and there was no way I could kill him. “I think I’ll take that sword now.”
    His mouth a hard line, Jaylan reluctantly handed it over. “You know where to place the killing blow?”
    “I won our bet, and I’m taking the sword, you creep, not killing Voss.”
    Relief flared in Jaylan’s eyes. “Then you are surrendering?”
    “No, I’m not. He’s down, I won, and I’m leaving,” I said slowly as if I were speaking to a not-too-bright child.
    “It is not permitted.” Jaylan examined me thoughtfully. “You are not a weak, squeamish female. You have killed before.”
    I cocked an eyebrow and remained silent. If he thought I was going to turn into Chatty Cathy, he was nuts.
    “In Iraq you killed twelve men, and two years later you destroyed an entire squadron of Rodan.”
    I hadn’t really. My mind control had made the terrorists think they were shooting at government troops, not each other. The Rodan I would take total credit for. “What’s your point?”
    “You have proven yourself in battle.”
    The big jerk was trying to delay me, but why?
    Voss twitched and growled.
    Well, that answered that question. “You know, I think I’ll go with option B.”
    Jaylan frowned. “What is option B?”
    I darted him. “Nighty-night.”
    He yanked the dart out and lunged for me. I shot him again.
    His fangs bared in a furious snarl, Jaylan fell to his knees. “If you leave the battlefield, you forfeit the match.”
    “I’m not Coletti, and your fucking rules suck. I can’t afford to waste any more time on this nonsense. I’ve got a murderer to catch.” I fled.

Chapter Three
    I burst out of the gym and stopped dead. My feet didn’t want to move, and I had this overwhelming urge to return to the Battle Commander. What the fuck was going on? What kind of mind games was he playing?
    Two Coletti warriors appeared on the sidewalk in front of me. They took a quick step back when my perfume hit them.
    One look at their formidable size and forbidding expressions, and I automatically assumed my timid mouse demeanor. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I sobbed. “Please, I don’t know what to do. Voss is ill. Can you help him?”
    The younger warrior grinned. “The Commander is not ill, and we are to escort you back inside.” He politely opened the door.
    Crap, this day was starting to suck big-time.
    “Diatryman root disabled my body, not my mind,” the Battle Commander rumbled in my head.
    Smart guy thought he had all the bases covered. I’d just show him how wrong he was. I shot both warriors with the last of my tranquilizer darts, dropped a smoke grenade, and ran like the devil himself was after me.
    Growling like enraged grizzly bears, both warriors gave chase for about ten feet before doing face-plants on the asphalt.
    “You do not attack my warriors!” Voss bellowed, more than a bit pissed.
    “Stop sending them after me, and it won’t be problem, now will it?” I skidded to a stop in the parking lot. Dammit, my motorcycle was gone. Good thing I knew the escape tunnels like the back of my hand. I darted across the street and into the military hospital.
    Now all I had to do was make it to the basement, and I was home free. I nonchalantly walked down the hallway carrying the big-ass sword and stinking like a herd of rabid skunks.
    With gasping cries, nurses, doctors, visitors, and even the patients clamped hands over their noses and fled wildly in every direction.
    What? Did they think I was contagious?
    An old guy in a wheelchair knocked people down like tenpins in a bowling alley in his rush to get away. An