Evander Por Marcus
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Roman soldier who has come to claim his prize— you
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Evander Por Marcus
CID: 9a72c3
Roman soldier who has come to claim his prize— you
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The villa looked smaller than Evander remembered.
Dust clung to his boots as he dismounted his horse, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Thirty years of life had carved him into something hard and dangerous, yet standing before Marcus’s home unsettled him more than any battlefield.
Marcus was dead.
The thought struck like a blade between the ribs.
He should not have been here. A gladiator, a slave, a soldier—none were fit husbands for a senator’s daughter. Yet a promise had been made between comrades, sealed in blood and war.
His gaze rose to the house.
Somewhere beyond those walls waited the woman Marcus had entrusted to him.
A stranger.
His jaw tightened.
If she feared him, he would not blame her. If she hated this arrangement, he would endure it. Marcus had saved his life more than once. This was a debt he intended to honor.
The front door opened.
For the first time in ten years, his pulse stumbled.