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we didn’t actually have sex,” she chortled as he collapsed over her. “Ew. Don’t even think about making me sleep on the wet spot.”
    â€œI will have servants change the bedclothes,” he groaned.
    â€œNo, forget it. It’s late. Besides, this bed is huge. I’ll just slide six feet over and sleep there.”
    â€œPerhaps I will, also.”
    â€œPerhaps you should get your ass back to your own bed.” Mutual coming was one thing, but she wasn’t about to actually sleep with a near-stranger. She did have some standards.
    He groaned again and stood, then staggered toward the doorway. “I leave you then, my Lady Lois of the Magical Fingers.”
    â€œAs a nickname, that leaves a lot to be desired.” Her eyelids were already drooping. It had been a helluva day.
    â€œUntil tomorrow, Lady Magical Fingers.” He grinned at her and left, closing the door curtain behind him.
    She slept deeply, sweetly…and without pain.

Chapter 6
    T he next morning, servants woke her up, dressed her in gorgeous flowing robes the color of cherry Kool-Aid, and escorted her down one floor, where Damon and Maltese were waiting. Her new clothes, she noticed, were quite a bit nicer than the simple white robe the servants had offered her yesterday. That was a troubling thought, but she determinedly pushed it away. Nothing was going to spoil this, her first full day in a new land.
    â€œGood morn, my lady!”
    â€œHi, Maltese. Hi, Damon.” She practically blushed looking at him, remembering last night all too well. And from the way he was looking at her, he was thinking the same thing she was.
    â€œYou slept well?” he asked politely, but his gaze was so hot, it nearly scorched her.
    â€œSlept great. Is it breakfast time? Is that where you guys are going?”
    â€œA lady with a fine appetite,” Maltese said approvingly. “That is good.”
    â€œYou should have seen all the derslangs she devoured last even,” Damon teased. “I admit I feared to approach too closely.”
    â€œGreat. Puma comedians.”
    â€œNearly all is in readiness for the fights today,” Damon explained as they walked her down the corridor. “Your place has been chosen; once you have broken fast, we will take you there. We must then prepare ourselves.”
    â€œOkay. Thanks again for the ringside seat. Is this an okay thing to wear today?”
    â€œYou look beautiful,” Maltese assured her. “You are a visitor, so no one expects to see your rank badges or affiliations.”
    â€œI do have a badge, though. I mean, I did. I guess my old shield would be the closest thing to an affiliation. Jeez, I sure wish my footlocker was here.”
    â€œYour what?”
    â€œMy footlocker…it’s this big metal box that I kept at the foot of my bed. Most women have hope chests, I’ve got my dad’s old army footlocker. Anyway, it had some old clothes, and my shield, a bunch of my guns, and some ammo, too.” She shrugged and turned. “Oh, well, no use crying over—ow!” Lois suddenly ended up on the floor.
    She’d tripped over something. Something that hadn’t been there five seconds ago. She looked over her shoulder and saw her footlocker.
    Damon leaned down. “Are you going to make that noise again?”
    â€œAaaaaagggggggggggg—”
    â€œI take it this is your footlocker?”
    â€œâ€”ggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!”
    Damon helped her up. She reared back and gave her footlocker a kick—yep. Solid as a rock. This was no hallucination. “Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on!”
    â€œI told you,” Damon said patiently, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You are a powerful sorceress. You have but to call what you need out of the air, and it comes.”
    â€œIt has happened before,” Maltese added.
    â€œWhat? You mean other people have just sort of popped