The male servants were flung into one cell, the female servants into another. Dael found himself shoved into a corner next to Tertius, who was peering through the tiny window at the female servants.
“Hope they’re all right,” Tertius muttered.
Dael could hear them crying. He’d never much liked Tertius, but Quintus was gone, and Dael didn’t know any of the others well; they hadn’t much appreciated a foreign, untrained upstart having a position with Lady Flavia so easily.
“What will they do with us?” Dael asked.
Tertius blinked, as if just noticing him. “Sell us all to whoever buys.”
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