Master Angelus surrendered. To Flavia, he said,
“Are you mad? To jeopardize our position, after working so hard to build –”
Flavia responded in that language she shared with him that none of the servants had ever before, and her tone was angry, abrupt, but when the soldiers restrained her, she didn’t fight.
One of the soldiers knelt beside the dead man, the foul-breathed man who’d wanted Flavia to share Dael with him, and Dael backed up a stead, bowed his head and hunched his shoulders, hoped no one would notice him.
Flavia whispered as she was dragged past, “Run!”
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