"Julia."
Even when he called her name, she didn't stop, didn't slow down. With one hand twisted around a fistful of Agrippa's toga, she towed him along behind her until they reached the dimly lit, narrow hallway at the very rear of the villa. Slender columns lined the corridor from floor to ceiling, but they weren't large enough to hide the appearance of anyone who might sneak up on them to try to eavesdrop on what she had to say. She couldn't afford any of the slaves getting wind of her plot and running off to report to anyone, much less Livia who would no doubt do everything in her power to thwart her plans just because she could.
And she couldn't let Augustus find out, either. Not until she was ready, and not until she knew that Agrippa was on her side first.
"Julia!"
She came to a
