To Succeed

She looked right at Dael when she spoke.

He looked at her, then at the others beside her. No one wanted an unruly slave. He’d learned that very early. Dael glanced around, spotted one of Angelus’s valets who’d given him a difficult time.

The decision was easy.

Dael swung.

The brawl that ensued was almost comical in its simplicity. Dael struck, and others fell. All those days training with Flavia had meant more than spending illicit time with her. He’d actually learned something - and he didn’t need a sword to succeed.

The man with the scar said, “I want him.”