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She had worked around Preacher; she would find a way to work around the ancients. Mariela would be hers soon. She could feel it in her bones.
    Chrysabelle stood her ground as Fi came at her again. For the second time, Fi failed to flip her over. “Come on, Fi.You’ve got to bend your knees and use the power of your legs.”
    Fi snorted out a breath. “I can’t do it! You’re way taller than me. You can’t expect me to hoist you over like that.”
    “It doesn’t have anything to do with height. It’s all about leverage, which is really important when you’re fighting an opponent who’s bigger than you.” Chrysabelle pursed her mouth, trying to think of how better to explain it. “Do you want to wait until Damian’s back? He and Amylia should be home soon, and then he and I can demonstrate. Or maybe Amylia could help. She’s closer to your size.” Damian and the new comarré had left with Velimai to get groceries just as Fi had arrived that morning. The excursion was Damian’s idea, part of his effort to learn to live on his own and help Amylia come to terms with the new life that had been thrust on her. Chrysabelle understood all that, but the idea that Damian might move away from her after she’d just found him only added to her stress.
    Fi sighed and fussed with the belt of her gi. “Maybe I should just get a gun.”
    “Unless the bullets are silver, it’s not going to do much good against a vampire or a varcolai.”
    Fi frowned. “But at least I’ll have the satisfaction of tearing holes in something.”
    Chrysabelle lifted a brow. “You’re in a fun mood today. How about we reschedule?”
    “No, sorry.” Fi sat cross-legged on the floor, then lounged back on her hands. “We had one of those super-boring formal dinners last night to introduce Heaven’s brother Remo to everyone as the new council member.”
    Chrysabelle sat beside her. “I take it you didn’t have a good time.”
    She made an impolite noise. “Other than getting to know the police chief, it wasn’t exactly a laugh-fest. Having Remo there just made it worse.” She shuddered. “I do not like that guy. He gives me the creeps.” She came off her hands to lean forward. “He looks at me like he wants to skin me. Or eat me. Or both.” She grimaced. “I know he blames me for his sister’s death, but what can I do?”
    Chrysabelle sat back. “If he bothers you that much, say something to Doc.”
    Fi shook her head. “I don’t want to add to his stress.”
    “Do you think Remo would actually hurt you? Does he have a history of violence?”
    “No clue.”
    Chrysabelle dipped her head to stare directly at Fi. “You’re the wife of the pride leader. You said you got to know the police chief. Do you think he could help you out? Get a little background on this guy?”
    Fi’s jaw popped to one side and her eyes took on the distance of thought. “He did give me his card.”
    Chrysabelle straightened the hem of her tunic. “Is Remo why you want to learn to fight? Because you think he’s going to try to get revenge for his sister’s death?”
    “No. Maybe a little.” She sighed. “At first, I felt awful about what happened. That fight wasn’t supposed to end in anyone’s death. But Doc and his council guys kept telling me not to feel guilty, that challenges and fights are part of life in a pride, and as I healed up, I realized that what happened
was
perfectly within pride laws—which I didn’t break—and by winning that challenge, I showed everyone what I was capable of. I was kind of proud ofmyself.” Her fingers went to her neck and a slim leather cord that disappeared beneath her gi.
    Chrysabelle nodded. “I get that. And you should be proud. In your human form, you went up against a varcolai. A creature stronger and faster than any human could ever be, and you came out the winner.” She reached over and squeezed Fi’s leg. “Even I would have been scared in that situation.”
    Fi perked up a little. “You