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practiced response. With Stormyo keeping her close but not pursuing her, it gave her a chance to react, and her body was starting to wake up. That had never happened before.
    He hopped as he slid into a skin-tight uniform. It was a one-piece bodysuit that he accented with knee-high boots and some heavy wristbands. The colours were gold and black.
    When he finished, his neck appeared even thicker and his horns had widened at the base. He grinned. “Shall we go for a workout?”
    Jewel smiled shyly. “Me?”
    “You mentioned you were a peacekeeper. You have training in hand to hand, don’t you?”
    “I do. Won’t they make fun of you for fighting with a girl?”
    He chuckled. “I am willing to risk it.”
    “If you don’t mind, I would enjoy it.”
    “Then, come this way and choose a weapon if you wish to.”
    She was almost hopping with eagerness. She followed Stormyo onto the sanded floor of the practice arena, and she went to the weapon rack, pulling two eighteen-inch batons out and twirling them for balance.
    Jewel turned back and smiled at Stormyo. “Are you sure you want to do this? You have a fight later.”
    He nodded. “I do. It will just be a little light sparring. Five-minute time limit.”
    Raffix started the clock. “This looks tremendously unfair.”
    Jewel looked at Stormyo and she inclined her head. He did the same and then charged her.
    She sidestepped and tripped him, sending him skidding across the floor. She brought the sticks down on his back as she twisted.
    He stumbled and turned on her, gripping her wrist and twisting. She hissed and brought her other baton down on his inner elbow, breaking his grip. They stood back and she charged him. He grabbed for her, and she went to her knees between his legs, elbowing the back of his knees and dropping him to the ground. She came behind him and braced the batons across his neck, but he pulled her forward, flipping her over his head and into his arms.
    The kiss shocked her more than the sudden change of position. Her eyes were crossed with the proximity, and she tried not to open her mouth when his tongue teased across her lips. He stroked a hand down her spine and the small gesture stopped her panic. She enjoyed the touch and parted her lips to find out what happened next.
    Raffix whistled sharply and Stormyo lifted his head. He got to his feet, setting Jewel on hers as he faced the incoming men.
    She checked and her batons were still surprisingly in her hands. She squared her shoulders and watched as five fighters entered the practise area and approached them.
    Raffix wandered over and casually stood next to Jewel. The five men broke from their formation and moved off in two teams, sparring with each other.
    “What was that about?” Jewel broadcast calm throughout the room and the fights began to lose enthusiasm.
    “Trajus and the others keep trying to catch Stormyo off guard, and he was very off guard for a minute. You might want to keep your sexual interaction to a more private and secure venue.”
    Jewel blanked her emotions.
    Stormyo sighed. “I believe that might be sound advice. Let’s go to the simulator and I can continue my workout there.”
    Raffix sighed. “I suppose I have to come along and watch your back.’
    “Please.” Stormyo grunted.
    “You owe me for this.”
    “Yes, yes, I do.”
    Jewel sighed and let her escort direct her around the fighters’ area for two hours until Stormyo had to get dressed for his fight.
    While Stormyo got dressed, Raffix shocked her by fussing with her hair. “Why are you doing that?”
    “You will be the focus of attention. You need to be calm, poised and stunning. So far, you have all three going without any trouble. Keep it that way.”
    He looked her over from head to toe. “You would be better in a red gown.”
    She changed the colour of the uniform to a deep burgundy. “Better?”
    “How are you doing that?”
    “Stormyo spared no expense.”
    He grinned. “Well done. Now come with