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Ysstvelt's bargain bought her freedom, with enough left over for a respectable living. What would she have done with a fortune anyway? Her deal with Marel was easy, in the end.
Then Dom knocked at her door. "They're selling me," he said without preamble.
"Why?" The gladiator was still young, mostly victorious in the arena...
"Marel," he grunted. "Jealous. Pheria's latest brat..." He trailed off with a clumsy shrug, looking grim. Wherever he was going, it wouldn't be pretty. "But you got away. That's... good."
"I'll find the money," she blurted, surprising herself. "I'll buy you. You'll get away too."