We Can Have

He could heal. If only he’d healed the nobleman –

The creak of the prison gate opening caused heads to turn. A soldier was unlocking the gate and leading several people in. One was a burly, ugly man with a scar over one eye, and one was –

Dael swallowed hard. The woman who’d been at the nobleman’s side, the one who’d raised the cry against Flavia. She noticed him, and malice glittered in her eyes.

“I’m not supposed to be doing this,” the guard began.


The woman interrupted him. “We gave you our gold. Now show us who we can have.”