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She would have to be very clever with Marcus Sergius Peregrinus.

“So tell me,” Annia said, sheathing her dagger, “where is this place you have my baby?”

He looked into her eyes, gauging them for sincerity, she suspected. “If you will come with me, I will show you. I don’t have much time. I have to get back to my men soon.”

“Aah,” she said. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”

He cocked his head, a question. “You are coming with me?” he said.

“Certainly,” she said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “How else could I get to my baby? Only you know where she is.”

They walked civilly, side by side down the dark street. The only light came from the uncertain moon.

She didn’t trust this man. She knew better than he where her baby was. He had taken her daughter to the place of exposure, where the slave traders circled like hawks. Annia meant to get there.

She had to get away from him first.

When he turned, she took her chance. She ran.