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He saw an army. He saw the touch of the Gods. Crispinus had been much like the other men who had hoped to claim her as a bride; the difference was that he'd brought something of worth to her father, something new. What that was, she would never know. Both men were dead, and their secrets with them.

The pieces they'd left behind didn't quite fit together. Faustus leaned close; his nearness repulsed her. So like his brother. Andromache was tense, careful, aware that Faustus was a man who fancied himself better than most. His cruelties would come to her delicately, in pretty wrappings.

If you distrust me, you were a fool to stay after the storm, Her gaze followed Nikolaos a few seconds longer. You live, and as a free man. We slow our journey for you. We use this black tongue full of spiders. This can be changed if you prefer. Would it better fit your image of us?