"High tech armor," Reaper explained, handing Shamira a suit. "Monique gave the manufacturer your measurements. Tough-ass fibers, fluid polymers, ceramic and metal plating."

Shamira stripped down to her skivvies and threw on her new gear. "Nice," she said. It's a little . . . (grunt) . . . binding."

"No, you just have enormous knockers," Clara said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "For luck." Then she got her cute ass out of there to go to her casting circle.

"She never does that to give ME luck," Bjorne muttered.

This time, Shamira was glad she couldn't blush. Clara was just her incredibly hot friend and mentor and that...