"It's not your fault –"
The lanistas hauled him off balance and dragged him back to Darius's cell, locked him in.
Dael clung to the bars. "Flavia!"
The only response was the other fighters and inmates hooting.
Darius lashed out with his club. Dael recoiled sharply, barely missed having his fingers smashed. "Do not speak unless spoken to."
Dael opened his mouth to retort, but then Darius turned, calling out a jovial greeting.
Avery had survived against the Lion, if barely. He was limping, favoring his left side. His eyes were devoid of emotion.
"Well done, Breton," Darius said. "Maybe some more Roman matrons will come for you."
Avery stumbled into the cell. Dael caught him.
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