Lion Head Mesa Peína

The sharp ice of his gaze did not miss the woman’s slight shift in expression. She would watch him closer, he realized, but that didn’t matter.

When the woman spoke again, it was to say that the lady Satsu’s life was important, that she was a friend, that her death or harm would not bode well for Akashingo. Arsenio nodded his head in understanding. It was his understanding that the queen Satsu was a wolf who was admired by her followers, a kind lady in a field of rogues.

For me, her safety is my only task. I will bare fang and claw to ensure her survival and protection in these times of warfare, the auburn male spoke gravely.

Difficult as he was, Arsenio did not shirk his responsibilities. He was a man bound by his work, dutiful to the trials that he accepted. Germanicus had hired him for one thing, to protect the lady of Akashingo, and to report anything back to the Roman. Nothing else mattered, not even finding another Greek.