Dael rolled his eyes. “Living with the gods, or roaming the stars? You believe that?”
“Maybe. And maybe it’s something else.” Flavia tugged on his shoulder. “Hurry along now - we have things to do if we want to make this work.”
“Shouldn’t we train with a sword some more?”
“Yes, you should,” she said. “I need to have a word with Angelus and ensure you will have permission to carry a sword.”
Dael’s eyes lit up. “My own sword?”
“For my protection, of course. You saw how those guards were.” Flavia turned her nose up and mock-sniffed. “You ready?”
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