Lucretia laughed, underwater her fingertips scraped against the wall to release hidden agitation. The comment was amusing, even if attacking her moderate interest at him in a general way. "Everyone examines a new slave that way." Her curiosity still bubbled beneath in the humored gaze she cast...
Eppia most certainly lowered her gaze, pretending to be about arranging Lucretia's clothes on a shelf in preparation to watch over them. She knew her mistress would leave her in this room to simply protect her belongings from being stolen. And really, she was rather uncomfortable, regardless of...
What a way of a man to be taken with a rare creature with little more to know of her than name and status! Many women were exotic. This was Rome. Why, she even considered herself exotic. Hmph. Lucretia was not too dumb to notice the lingering gaze of that vagrant upon her servant. A gaze more...
The gods had come through. A flash of excitement in recognition sparked Lucretia's hazel eyes, as they landed upon Quintus Aemilius Livianus. That was his name, it came to mind the instant she saw him. His energy was that of a cat slinking between the feet of Roman legionnaires after losing a...