I hadn’t seen Marius for weeks, even before I was locked away with no memory of what I was going through, and I wondered whether he had worried about me or if he was disappointed by the fact I was living with Caius now.
I had changed into something less provocative when I got back to my room, but I was careful to make sure there were hints of the style he enjoyed and the jewellery that I chose to wear with my plain Roman style dress had probably been stolen from my homeland.
I wasn’t even sure that he would be there when I went to his home, and I choked up when I saw that mosaic with Gallic images he had been so proud of.
The door was answered quickly, and it was clear he was home because the servant who opened the door felt awkward about it when I asked if he was free.
I assumed that
