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Ramesses' resolve was the clang of a forging hammer as it met the anvil, the decisiveness of which struck a chord in Aventus as well. The Saints had overplayed their hand this time and picked battles on too many fronts, and now their demise was imminent. While he could feel very little in the wake of his mother's murder, Aventus was bolstered by Pharaoh's confidence.

Ah, said the boy, glancing once at the felled Maggie before moving to follow. He felt warmth in his cheeks at the thought of certain similar women, and his voice stuck a little in his throat. I cannot say I enjoy sharp-tongued, fearless women much.

Fearless, maybe, but those descriptors only made him think of Phaedra once more. She made his blood run hot, but he couldn't say it was enjoyable. Infuriating, more like. He blinked in the gloom of the chamber and peered past Pharaoh's shoulder, curious where they might be headed. They are troublesome, he elaborated, and hoped it was not clear that he had been teased and embarrassed once or twice by such a woman.