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Struve was willing to train with her without invoking the rule of no clothes. Sargas complained, but his words weren’t heartfelt. Even so, he hadn’t come into the training room.
Antares watched from the corner, his studious gaze never wavering from Desiree’s location. She might have found it eerie if she hadn’t already grown used to it. Since arriving, the only time she got outside someone’s watch was in the bathroom, and if her showers went too long, one of them would bang on the door to ensure she hadn’t died or disappeared. She was thankful none of them barged in on her, though it was only a matter of time before one of them got ambitious.
Struve swung, unable to connect with the nimble Desiree. His frustration moved off him in waves despite his silence. Dee tried not to smile too
