Time was running out fast. Nine and a half hours until midnight, and if she hadn’t lost her virginity by then, Neptune’s soldiers would find her. She just knew it. She needed to hole up somewhere and hide forever, preferably with Jase. The North Pole perhaps? But she was more sun worshiper than ice maiden. Finally the clerk handed Jase the keys to a nondescript beige car. Jase held the passenger’s door open. “In you get. Since we’re meeting up with Saul and Merc soon, we’ll head off to Aldborough.” As they left Harrogate’s elegant streets behind, Lindy stared at the sunshine-yellow rapeseed plants, sugar beet, and wheat growing in the fields. “Why Aldborough? What’s so special about a tiny Yorkshire village?” “My people, the Romans, or more specifically the Romano-British, built a town there because of the river crossing. Isurium Brigantum, as it was known then, stood at the junction of Dere Street and the road up to the Antonine Wall. They worshiped Mercury above the other gods, probably because messengers passed through here daily.
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