“Surely,” the man said, leaning in, and Dael couldn’t help but turn his face away, “you are willing to share.”
The silence that fell was immediately shattered by a, “No.”
Dael lifted his head so fast he almost collided with the nobleman, but he, too, was looking at the source of the flat denial.
Flavia’s hands were curled into fists, and Dael recognized the silent slide of her feet as she shifted stances. She was ready for a fight. But she had no sword.
“What my cousin means –” Master Angelus began.
“Is the spoils of war are for warriors alone.”
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