Chapter 36. We’re Going to Rome

JULIAN

“Remember, boy, this will be your last fight,” my master said as he stood at the entrance of the tent, watching me undress. “The fight that determines your freedom, and that of the kid you call your inspiration.”

I glanced over at Kent, who sat to the side of the tent, sharpening my blade in silence. His small frame contrasted sharply with the enormous responsibility I felt weighing down on my chest. I didn’t notice my master was already standing right behind me until I felt his cold hand on my back.

His palm moved slowly, caressing my scars as though he was soothing them, though I knew better than to believe he cared. His hand slipped lower, grazing my waist, and he leaned in so close that his lips brushed against my ear.

“Oh, Julian,” he whispered, in that vile, longing tone I despised. “If I don’t make as much money as I desire tonight…” His breath was warm, sickening against my skin. “I’ll keep you all to myself. I don’t care what happens to the ki