Love Of The Gladiator (Affairs Of The Arena Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
He trained with the women, appropriately celebrating with a lighter practice, not so hard on the discipline. Half of their last few hours of sparring were spent running instead, which was the norm in the ludus for the day after a good showing at the arena. A bad showing at the arena meant training for two days straight, usually without any sort of breakfast or dinner in between. As if losing was some kind of vapor in the system, Murus and the other doctores would train their gladiators until there was nothing left in their bodies but hunger and the dull ache of obedience. After dinner, finally, Lucius caught sight of her. She plainly saw him, but walked straight past the mess hall and into the cell blocks. Running, he caught up with her quick, touching her on the arm. She shoved him away—and Lucius immediately knew that she knew. He did not know how, but it was clear enough. Still, he tried anyway. He’d been practicing his speech all day. “Gwenn,” he started. “I need to talk to you about something critical.”
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