Flavia said, “I’ve seen a boy, a warrior.”
Angelus huffed. “It’s always a boy. Why will it never be a girl?”
Flavia cast him a sidelong glance, reached for her purse. “It was a girl, once. You just weren’t there.” Then she peered out the window to where the sun was climbing high in the sky. “Now, don’t you have somewhere to be? Like, say, the parade ground with the rest of the Praetorian guard?”
Angelus scanned the sky and let out an impressive string of multilingual curses. He grabbed his spear, sword, and shield and bolted for the door.
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