I didn’t like it. In fact, I hated it. Not only was I serving the mistress of the house, but now her husband wanted me to fight for him? Why? Well, I knew why, but it still seemed absurd.
You really had too much time on your hands if you arranged fights between slaves out of boredom. However, I had to see this as an opportunity. I was being taken out of here and, more importantly, I might be given a weapon.
“James?” I turned at the sound of my name. Mara had appeared. She had spent the night here with me. We hadn’t talked much, but I believed she appreciated the break from the villa and her mistress.
“Is it already time to go?” I asked.
I had spent most of the day in here. The master of the house planned to leave in the evening, and I was going with him. The thought made my body tens
