Shit. The chair didn’t budge. “That’s embarrassing.” She shook her head, scowling at the deceptively delicate-looking piece of furniture. “What kind of wussy warrior can’t move a simple chair?” She stripped off her gloves as she prowled around it. “I need more strength training.” The door to the simulation chamber slid open and Krol strode toward her, looking fit and healthy and alive, his forehead ridges lowered, shielding his green-and-black eyes. He had a tablet in his right hand and Puppy followed him, his little legs moving in double time, gazing up at him adoringly with big brown eyes. “My Danielle.” Krol’s voice contained a hard edge. “What’s wrong, my Krol? The ship fixing taking longer than expected?” She chewed her bottom lip. “If we helped—” “Warriors do not fix. Fixers do not fight.” Krol picked up the chair she’d been struggling with and easily moved it closer to the table. Freakin’ hell. Danielle rolled her eyes. “Ball simulator begin,”
