Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her face, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman Empire in architecture, beauty, and civil engineering. XXNX However, the stone bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the rules of business to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty enough to know how to get what he wanted. Besides, being a slave is all I know. Just to see your face, feel my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. “You’re welcome, Ella,” he whispered with a warm smile. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips
