Rattleskin Redoubt april is the cruellest month

Her speech was as funny as her name sweet. Not that he minded much, for obvious reasons. Words didn't quite suit him. Even when he was with loquacious Agrippa, he let his lover do all the talking.

Perhaps this girl was the same—simply unused to voicing thoughts aloud.

He smirked briefly at the mention of her father—he felt similarly about his own—but the expression dissipated as she seemed to draw inward for a moment. He barely breathed as he awaited her response, and when she finally did speak, it was with words he was pleased to hear.

A potential recruit, already. Agrippa would be proud.

Is your mother there? Caligula asked, the all-too familiar pit in his stomach yawning wide as his mind turned to Jakoul.

Where have you gone?