Lion Head Mesa wailing

The Greek burned hot.

You are asking for a lot, Tamar, the man stated softly, not meant to be reprimand.

If I am to give you the name of who I serve, you must never speak it. Not to any, even your most trusted companion. When Arsenio spoke it was with great importance. He did not want for the maid to think that this was light chatter between friends. If he was to speak the Roman’s name, he was giving away information for nothing in return.

Nothing except, perhaps, her eyes upon him.