She placed her hand upon his chest and felt his heart beating beneath the muscle, tissue, and bone. For a moment she did indeed wonder if there was fire in his veins, but then she knew he was no god, but a mortal man, a man she knew with certainty that she loved.
"Where would we go?"
Stefanos sat up and held her hands in his.
"As two Olympic victors, no one would turn us away."
"I am not yet a victor," she said, though he could tell that the words stuck in her throat.
"You will be. I know it. You're meant to tear them all down and show them true strength!"
Kyniska raised an eyebrow, but nodded. She could not help but agree.
"We could go to Sicilia, Etruria, or even to the shores of the Black Sea - when we marched through there on the way back from Persia we met many Greeks who had s
