Dael believed her. There was something in her ringing tones, in her fierce golden eyes - he knew she could protect him. Just as he would protect her.
Then he said, “You won’t tell Master Angelus about what I can do,” he said.
Flavia turned and started toward home. “If you don’t want me to. I suspect he already knows.”
Dael stood rooted to the spot, shocked. “What? How?”
“Because he knows what I can do.”
“What you can do?”
Flavia smiled over her shoulder, and fluttered her fingers at him. Flames danced on her fingertips.
Dael fell back a step.
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