Gaius shot the Gaul an angry look. He knew Vitorix’s pride was more hurt than anything, but he worried what he might do. The last few months had seen them all lose much of the civility that separated them from the animals they had fought and killed along the way.
As Gaius eyed Talia, he realized she reminded him of his daughters, and of Daxos, oddly enough. If it had not been for that, perhaps he would have knocked her out and bound her as Vitorix suggested.
“No. She’ll come with us,” Gaius said to Calgacus and Vitorix, before turning to the girl. “We’ll get you home if you help us, Talia. Home.”
The girl’s eyes glossed over, and she looked much younger then. Tears breached her eyelids, and she wiped them away angrily. “Oli necri…” she said.
“What?” Calgacus asked.
“She says they’re a
