❝Where is that Syrian whore of yours, Aelia?❞ Flavius snapped, maintaining stance and glare. ❝Time is a luxury even quarter of her petty life can't afford, and she goes splurging.❞ Marcella has just appeared behind Aelia as the last of his words are vocalized, bowing her head in acknowledgment. ❝Domina. Dominus.❞
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