“Anything, Flavia,” Dael said.
She eyed him shrewdly, and for the first time in a long time Dael knew it was right to lift his head, draw himself tall.
“You must be willing to keep my secrets, even from Master Angelus,” she said.
He nodded. Was she going to overthrow her own cousin?
“And you must learn to become a fighter, better than any petty Roman soldier,” she said.
He nodded again. She’d been teaching him. He could learn, right? Of course, those soldiers were professionals, had gone to wars, slaughtered his people --
“I will keep you safe,” she said.
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