“Do you want to fix your hair first, Lady?” Ryker asked smugly, noting the loose braid that was barely holding together now. Scarlett tugged the string from the end of her hair and tossed it to the side. “I will not say it again: I am no Lady.” And she launched into an attack. She held little back as she sparred with the Captain this time. Her silver hair flew around her in a wave as she ducked, twirled, and met him blow for blow.
