52. FOOL FOR HER
Slurping on the last of the wine, Tarquin stared at the decomposing body of his former slave. Some of his men said that he was hurt by the betrayal, but that wasn’t the reason he dragged his chair out every day to drink his wine, and look at the progression of the decay. He did it because it brought him peace. He envisioned thousands of wolves in the same state of waste once his vengeance had been exacted. Occasionally, he would sleep. Each time he allowed himself a moment, Antonia would come to him. She had kept away from his dreams for a long time after her death mask had shattered, and only his begging in the black emptiness had finally called her back to him. Allowing him to touch her hair, kiss her fingertips, and wrap his arms around her waist, he would be caught in his painful lov
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