Dael and the rest of the slaves were led back to Darius's house in chains, Dael with Avery and the other fighters, a separate line for the new slaves who had yet to be culled.
"What happened in the arena?" Avery asked, voice low.
"I don't know." Dael could still taste the blood that had spattered across his face mid-battle.
"But you survived. That's what matters. Now we train you." Avery smiled. "And you keep me alive."
"We keep each other alive." But, Dael wondered, why?
"And then we go home."
Dael closed his eyes. Home was Flavia.
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