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die, and that’s not cool, honey.”
     
    Devyn pressed her lips together in order to keep an amused smile from slipping on her face.  She placed her hands on her hips, looking at the ground because she knew that if she looked at Rachel, she would start laughing.  Rachel could be quite amusing when she wasn’t even trying.
     
    “Please Rachel,” Devyn said, looking up at Rachel once she felt sure she wouldn’t laugh.  “We’ll go easy.  I promise that if I hurt, I’ll tell you and we’ll take a break, okay?  But, to be honest, I really need this and I know you need this too.  Especially since I was gone for the past couple of days.”
     
    Rachel thought about it for a long moment.  “Fine,” she finally decided.  A mischievous smile suddenly tainted the pureness of Rachel’s dark eyes.  “But only if you answer one question.”  Devyn raised her brow, indicating that she agreed while waiting for Rachel to ask.  A smile slipped onto Rachel’s face that suspiciously matched the sparkle in her eyes.  “Yesterday, they took Gerard away, no doubt to see you.  What happened with that?”
     
    It took everything in Devyn not to roll her eyes, but somehow, she managed to succeed at the task.  After a few deep breaths, she cocked her head.  “I guess Sarah asked Gerard to corroborate my story about us engaging in our breeding duties, and he said yes.  Then they released me and he helped me back to my cell.  And before you asked, yes, he dressed my wounds okay?  Now can we please get on with this?”
     
    Rachel smirked in triumph, though she placed her hand over her heart.  “Oh sweetie,” she murmured almost wistfully.  “You have to admit how romantic that is.”
     
    “Whatever,” Devyn mumbled, now having no qualms with rolling her eyes.  “Can we start this?  Please?”
     
    “Oh, fine,” Rachel replied.  “But if you hurt in any way, you had better tell me or I’ll kill you.”  She looked directly at Devyn, deadpan.  “You know I’m not kidding either, Dev.”  She instantly positioned her body in a fighting frame.  “Now let’s do this.”
     
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    It had been an hour when Gerard and Hugh took their first break.  Water was essential to successful fighting because it kept the body hydrated and the blood flowing to the brain.  As Gerard greedily downed a long gulp of water from his bottle, his green eyes glanced at the surrounding members of his Unit, gauging their success rate in battle.  It was only when his eyes took sight of a familiar set of golden hair did they narrow, and his grip on his water bottle increased quite dramatically.  What the hell was she doing practicing when there were wounds that littered her back and prevented her from doing things like this?  Did she even care that she was most likely in burning pain right now?  Was training that important?
     
    Without a word to Hugh, Gerard dropped his water bottle and all but stalked over to the training women, his gaze fixed solely on Devyn.  He knew that he and Devyn weren’t friends, but he felt somewhat protective over her, especially in the past couple of days.  She was his breeding partner after all, and though they hadn’t actually consummated the act, he still looked out for her… though he couldn’t really explain as to why.
     
    “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in his Scottish lilt as he placed his hand firmly but mindfully on Devyn’s shoulder, stopping her and Rachel from training further.  “You were injured pretty badly yesterday, or did you forget that?”  Devyn turned so her eyes flashed into his, but Gerard held his ground.  The fact that he was so much taller than she was seemed to work in his favor, especially now.  “Look at your back, why don’t you?  You’re already starting to bleed!”
     
    Though Rachel agreed whole-heartedly with Gerard, she couldn’t help but find that particular predicament to be quite amusing.  “Ooh,” she said in a