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when it splattered through the air. Hands now slippery and tinged the color of a cloudy sky, I crawled forward and kept shoving at the straw. “Found it!”
    “Grab them and get out,” Jax muttered, his voice breathless as he dodged a swinging claw. “We’ll be right behind you.”
    “You bet your ass you will.” I dug my short fingernails into the grit and dirt, prying the block up. I swatted at the straw that fell inside, searching the dry soil for…I lifted two identical black rings. “Got them.”
    “Out, out, out!” Killeg growled.
    I shoved the rings down my shirt into my chest support, grabbed my one remaining knife, and jumped to my feet. Running along the outer edges of the fight, I ordered, “Everyone out, too!” I turned to the side and firmly pressed my body through the entrance.
    Jax came next, with Stiller’s hand shoving him through.
    Stiller was obviously behind him.
    Killeg grunted as he exited.
    Phila hissed as a claw caught his shoulder as he squeezed through, growling, “Run, dammit!”
    My boots splashed through the sewage, running as fast as I could as I hunched down, travelling down the long passage—I wasn’t sure if I had ever run so fast—with the Lavanos escaping through the entrance to their lair. Growls from beasts and Mian shouts of pissed off fury kept my legs moving as I jumped over trash piles. I only stored my knife away when I reached the ladder and climbed as fast as I could.
    Each man followed me out just as quickly.
    Stiller slammed the sewer’s door shut.
    Bang .
    “Get to the damn hov-craft, people,” Stiller huffed, out of breath. He pointed a blue soaked hand to the tree line where our transport hid. “Now!”
    Bang. Scrape.
    I watched as the door rattled again. “Yes, it’s time to go.”

“Ugh. Please don’t look at me like that,” I grumbled, brushing dark hair from my face. “Charlie wasn’t supposed to be there.”
    Killeg blinked, sitting down on the white sofa in the hov-craft. Blood still covered all of us as Stiller put in the coordinates for Center. “Charlie?”
    I waved a hand in agitation. “The male Lavano.”
    Stiller mumbled, “She named the damn thing.” A flicked glance at the Plumas. “You picked a real winner, my Plumas.”
    “Watch it,” Phila stated, his tone sharp like his blades. “I’ve had enough of the disrespect.”
    Stiller’s lips twitched, not at all repentant, and peered at me as he sat on a recliner. “I think she likes the teasing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t do it. Isn’t that right, Ms. Valorn?”
    I sighed and lay back on the carpeting, staring at the ceiling. “Call me Braita, Stiller.”
    “See?” He gestured in my direction. “She likes it.”
    Jax chuckled and lay down beside me. “My other half likes you.”
    “I know.” I yawned. “It’s obvious in his pretty words. Just like his colorful hair.”
    Stiller choked and then stopped abruptly. “Wait. Does that mean you don’t like my hair?”
    “This galaxy will never know.” When he mumbled very un pretty words, I yawned again. “I think we all deserve a nap after that.” My adrenaline was plummeting. “I’m ready to crash.”
    “Was it worth it?” Jax asked in the quiet.
    I rolled against him, placing my head against his shoulder. I closed my eyes. “Maybe.”
    Phila draped a blanket over us. “Don’t get too used to sleeping next to her, Mr. Waterston.”
    “Jax. My name is Jax,” he mumbled and wrapped his arms around me. “Wake us when we’re at Center. I’m starving.”
    “Same here,” I whispered.
    “With as much as they eat, maybe they’re part Lavano, too,” Stiller joked.
    And yet…there was something in his tone that made me want to ask questions.
    Not now though.
    I fell asleep next to my best friend, wearing blue blood from a beast.

    I placed my butt on my couch, directly between Phila and Killeg. My stomach was full of scrumptious fair, Sweet Pea was making a mess of a toy at our feet…and there was a quiet