CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Volusia sat on her terrace overlooking the coliseum, relieved to be back here, without distraction, after having killed Romulus’s men, and to be able to immerse herself in the games. She was especially excited to watch this fight which, for the first time, kept her on the edge of her seat—it was the one they called “Darius” who fought. He was unlike any of the other gladiators, a brilliant fighter, one who actually survived. She admired his courage—but she admired bloodlust more, and looked forward to watching him getting carved to pieces.
“Goddess,” came a voice.
Volusia spun, in a rage, to see several of her generals standing close by.
“The next person who interrupts me will be thrown into the ring,” she snapped.
A general, nervous, terrified, exchanged a look wit
