She had thought Lycurgus cared for her, thought he might even believe she was Agathon’s daughter. But today he’d treated her as less than a household slave. He’d treated her like a prostitute. She’d been lying in her room for hours, hoping for an apology, but none had come. Remembering what had h...
The man would think her mad. She tore the page in half, began again. Dear Gallus Justinus, I’m delighted to hear your apple trees are thriving. Ground fish bones should enhance your crop— “Elissa?” She glanced toward the doorway. “Coming.” The curtain opened, revealing Angerona. “Entering...