“Should you be out here alone with a man?” Dael accepted the sword warily.
“You’re a slave, not a man, so no one will care. Usually Angelus sends Tertius with me, but he let me buy you for my own purposes, so as far as Rome cares, you’re my new chaperone and protector.”
“Not a man?” Dael spluttered. “How dare you –”
“Not that I really need protecting.” Flavia poked around in a cluster of bushes on the side of the path and came up with another sword. She unsheathed it, brandished it. “Are you ready to learn some more Latin?”
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