The night stretched endlessly over Rome, heavy with silence and the faint glow of the moon. After Medea had safely hidden Servilia, Ameriah, Auria, Freja, and Elin within the protective barrier she'd woven around a secluded home, Nathan had chosen not to rest. Instead, he remained above the roof, keeping watch from the shadows like a sentinel carved from the night itself. His gaze swept over the dark streets below, sharp and unyielding, while the faint rustle of distant leaves whispered in the wind.
Medea had obeyed his second command — to stay close to the house where Crassus and the others were confined. It was a necessary precaution. Now that Julius Caesar knew he had been deceived, now that the illusion Nathan had so carefully spun had been torn apart, the consequences would be far-reaching.