Worth Something

No. Dael refused to be bought again. He would die free - or die fighting for his freedom.

“What will they do with Flavia and Angelus?”

Tertius’ mouth twisted at Dael’s familiar address of their former masters, but he said, “Put them on trial and, as they’re noncitizens, likely execute them. It’ll take time, but by then, we’ll all have been sold.”

Dael spun around, pushed his way toward the front of the cell. He was getting out. There had to be a way. If he only he had a different gift, a better gift, one that was actually worth something.