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My real armor was a slimmer, black, and silver attire with small compartments for my short blades and blasters and another for my retractable pike.

It also came with boosters at the back for verticality. I didn’t need the helmet, which resided in the suit’s collar, and could wrap around my head with the push of a button.

I was ready for a battle, one that could come at any place and time, and I needed the speed and agility of this suit for such a fight.

CHAPTER 12

Caspianenteredtheroomfrom the bathing room while drying himself off and putting on his clothes.

“You look… beautiful,” I told him before holding out my arm for him to take.

“I prefer handsome. Or good looking.”

“You don’t like being called beautiful?”

“Hm, it sounds like something you would say to a woman.”

“Fine then, you look good-looking.”

He laughed.

Once we stepped out of the room, no one else was in the narrow hall, but I was confident we were still being watched. I felt the eyes on us, and I tuned my ears and the fibers of my skin to sense any nearby vibrations—none in sight. I figured this Feion must have known what we could do.

Caspian looked me up and down, his soft lips pursed, and dark brow lifted curiously. “So, this is what you wear to go out?”

I chuckled at how innocently he asked the question. “No, but don’t you think it shows off my body well?”

“It does. Are you trying to impress me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ve already seen you naked a lot.”

I laughed. “True, but sometimes it’s what’s hidden that’s more enticing than what is shown.”

“Okay, you can be honest. Why are you so nice right now?”

“You were right,” I said, speaking the truth. “We have done nothing besides have sex, though there isn’t much to do onboard a ship but fuck.”

We reached the outside, and I felt more comfortable with the bustling crowd that walked the streets, taking in the sights under the dark purple sky.

I saw him breathe deeply and let out a long breath. “I didn’t think I’d smell fresh air ever again!” He stretched as if his body signaled how stifled he felt. “Is it really safe for me to be out here like this?”

“No risks, no rewards. Or would you like to go back into your bubble?”

“No!” He waved his hand. “I prefer it like this. I might regret it later if I get sick, but this is nice now.” He sighed. “I’m just glad I’m not... dead... I mean... screw it!”

“Most aliens, including ours, rely on a similar composition of gases to survive. Others require a little more of one or two more elements, so they rarely leave home without a suit, and some required liquids.”

“What?!” He exclaimed excitedly. “Like fish people or something?”

This was the most excited I’ve ever seen him.

“I want to meet them! I wonder if they look like mermaids!”

Something was coming, a little too fast to pick up the direct location; my ears twitched, and I looked around, spotting a crowd, a sightseer in the distance, a man arguing with his woman a few clicks back, the usual. I felt something watching us again.

“What’s wrong?” Caspian asked, looking up at me with concern. I noticed I had instinctively drawn him to me, a move even I was a little taken aback by. “Are we in danger?”

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