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inside my apartment that had the Plumas and Stiller glancing at each other periodically. Every once and awhile, I would see them shake their heads in a negative. I continued watching the flicker show and tried to ignore it. Phila and Killeg would be running off soon to attend to political business, so I wanted to relax with them as much as I could before the sun started to rise and slumber called my name. Problems were not needed right now.
    “Maybe we could go out tomorrow?” I stated, keeping it casual.
    “Where would you like to go,” Phila asked, placing his left arm over the back of the couch, brushing my shoulders. “We could go dancing?”
    “Nah.” I took a sip from my warm mug of honeyed tea—the Mian version of it. “I thought we could take some defensive courses. If I’m going to live here forever, I might as well keep my fighting skills honed.”
    Killeg rested his right hand on my left knee—the one sporting three rings for his Harem. It was now becoming a ‘thing’ between the three of us. They weren’t going to remove their rings until I told them they were the men I wanted to be with. “Does this have to do with the trip we just took?”
    I shrugged a shoulder and little by little, threaded my fingers through his. His hand was warm and calloused…and nice. “You guys are much more skilled than I am. Fighting the Lavano just reiterated that I’m not on Joyal any longer. I think it would be wise to keep in shape.” There was too much weird shit on this planet. “There was an insect in my kitchen earlier tonight that I had to hit sixteen times before it died.” I was so out of my element.
    Killeg’s attention snapped to my kitchen, glaring at it. “We’ll get an exterminator in here.”
    Phila hummed quietly and then peered at Stiller. “What’s the name of that one place where Yorlaz teaches? It’s here in Center.”
    “I think it’s The Slayer.” He kept his eyes on the show but pointed to the west. “It’s two blocks over. He runs classes every night, different courses and stuff.”
    “Would that be good?” Phila’s dark eyes captured mine, pulling me into their mysterious depths.
    I nodded like an idiot, trapped but managed to mutter, “Can you and Phila take the classes with me? It might be nice for us to do together.”
    “We’ll figure out the times and work it around our schedule.”
    “Thank you,” I stated…and overlooked how low my tone had dropped. “It’ll be fun.”
    His lips curved into a slow grin. “Finally. We’ve found pleasure we’ll both enjoy.”
    I peered straight forward.
    That comment was too loaded to even bother with.

    “Mother Joyal, I am having so much fun!” I exclaimed, jumping in place and pounding my gloves together. “What do the Mian call this again?”
    “Boxing,” Killeg grumbled, damn near growling. “It’s contact, but with no killing.”
    “I like it!” I punched his left shoulder and bounced back and forth on my feet. “It’s your turn. They’re signaling you.”
    He jumped up onto the edge of the ring and slid between two of the barbwire ropes with ease.
    I bumped my hip against Phila’s. “Think he’ll win?”
    Phila snorted, watching his other half. “If he doesn’t get disqualified.”
    “How would he do that?”
    “By knocking his opponents head off.”
    I stopped bouncing. “He wouldn’t do that.”
    “Not on purpose, but that guy,” a point of his gloved right hand, “is who he’s up against.”
    “Oh.” I stared at the green-haired Mian. “He’s small.”
    “ Very small.”
    Only ten seconds later, I was face-to-face with an unconscious and bleeding Mian lying in the ring, his right arm hanging over the side. I poked him gently and saw his ribcage expand. I peered up to Phila. “At least, he didn’t kill him.”
    Phila’s chest shook with laughter, grinning so adorably I wanted to lean in closer. “He’s still disqualified.”
    “Why?” I poked the Mian again. “He’s