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whispered, unlocking the door behind us.
    “That still doesn’t make it okay,” He said.
    “I thought you weren’t against hitting girls,” I smiled sarcastically.
    “You’re an exception,” He smiled back.
    “Thank you?” I opened the door and stepped out.
    “You’re welcome.” He said, turning serious.
    I stepped out the door.
    “Elaina?!” I called toward the yard, ushering away the suddenly intense air.
    “Ready little sister?” She said as I glided forward to her.
    “Always,” I smirked.
    “Weapons allowed?”
    “No weapons that you don’t have on your person right now,” I told her, hoping it would give me an advantage.
    She gave me a sly smile.
    “One…”
    “Two…”
    “Three…”
    “Spar!”
    Elaina and I were better matched – it was almost a fair fight, if the both of us weren’t dirty cheaters at our core.
    She came at me, pulling out a knife, but I returned by pulling my longer dagger from the back of my thigh. Her eyes widened, but her advance did not stop. She lunged, lithe like a cat, toward my legs. She smacked me in the knee, almost painless despite the hard hit, and I jumped over her to implement my trademark distraction. When I landed, I pretended to shriek and grab my knee in pain.
    “Kai?” Elaina asked, bending down to me. She had dropped her knife a few feet away, giving me a distinct window of opportunity “Are you-”
    But I jumped up, using her temporary distractedness to my advantage. I kneed her in the face as she crouched, and landed like an agile acrobat. I twirled gracefully around in order to kick her in the back. She doubled over, and I grabbed her golden tresses, holding my dagger to her neck.
    “Wow,” She said as I let her free.
    “Yep. Six years have passes and I’m still the better,” I smiled.
    “No. I was going to say that you’ve let your guard down.”
    A quizzical expression settled on my face, then snap realization as I saw her plan.
    Izan hadn’t yet called the match.
    In a split second, she was jumping at me, but luckily my autonomic reactions took over. I pulled a bobby pin from my hair, using the razor edge on her knuckles. She was momentarily surprised, but began kicking me, her forte. My own specialty – an onslaught of rapid, excruciating punches that not only would knock out her wind but break her shoulder – hit her at full force. Again I swirled around, this time ending with her an arm’s length away and my knife at her neck.
    “Great match ladies,” Izan said, clearing his throat behind us.
    Elaina turned to me, smiled and shook my hand.
    Suddenly, she threw a punch at my jaw, and there was a sickening snap as it briefly dislocated.
    “For good measure.” She shrugged.
    “All right,” I nodded with a wince. I slowly led my lower mandible back into place, and turned around.
    “Salah, Row, come with me,” I gestured to them and walked into the house.
    Stalking off to my stand-in Lair, I heard Rowan arguing with Salah about something. I didn’t particularly want to know what. When they caught up to me, their argument was reaching a crescendo.
    “Boys? No need to be uncivilized, you’re in the presence of a lady.” I smiled menacingly before we entered the Lair. They snapped out of it, their expressions utterly different. Rowan looked somewhat irritated to the point of anger while Salah had a sly grin glued on his face. I suspect he won the argument.
    I opened up the door and walked into my alternative Lair; of course it had all my files, but none of my extensive artifacts and items from my numerous accounts of thievery – as if I had just moved into a house, but hadn’t brought my things.
    The room, much to my vexation, was bright yellow. It was (and I suppose still is) the room I stayed in when I visited my father. It was pink until I was ten, when we painted the room…yellow. I don’t know what possessed me. Even now, I would be sleeping in here while Rowan bunked with Izan, if we ended up staying the