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Danaar hadn’t left Madison’s side. He was following her around like some overgrown, leather-clad puppy.
“I think he has a thing for her,” Amanda whispered to Fenriis, her hand tucked into his arm as he led them around the ship on a tour.
So far they’d seen the staterooms, with the bridge below them, the central gallery where the warriors were training against each other and the combat bots that lined many of the hallways. Danaar had led them through one of the barracks, where the majority of silent warriors stood at the end of their beds, and then showed them one of the senior warriors' quarters.
She’d been surprised to realize that Fenriis’ quarters were exactly the same; just a couple of rooms, and no more luxurious than the rest.
They were currently in the mess hall, the humans i
