He didn’t have a chance to ask her about it for nearly a week, and then it was after they’d sparred beyond the fields again (he was getting minimally better, he thought), and he was out of breath.
Flavia looked barely stirred by the exhaustion.
“You don’t like the other women, do you?”
“They would marry my cousin and displace me from my own house,” Flavia said. “It is not easy, being a stranger in this land, and it is dangerous, being a powerful stranger.”
“You’re not citizens?”
“No, but Angelus is too powerful for anyone to complain of it.”
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