PARISIIThe three of them stared into the street, lined with tall buildings of residences above shops and cafés and crowded with parked cars. Café Paix hosted outdoor tables filled with diners enjoying a late dinner, now that the air had cooled after sunset. Though many Parisii residents fled the city during the warmer months for vacations along the coast of the Mare Nostrum, not everyone could afford to leave their work and homes.
Asaron growled low in his throat. “How did we get here, instead of Limani?”
“Oh gods.” Mikelos covered his face with his hands and groaned. “It’s my fault.”
“How could this be your fault?” Victory asked. Her biggest fear was when in Parisii they were, but so far nothing seemed to indicate they were outside their contemporary time. She hesitated to voice her co
