Chapter 37. To the Dungeon

VESTA

Being a barbarian in Rome was always like being a lowly beast, but I never imagined I’d actually be thrown into a cage. And not even a decent one. They rammed me into a small, filthy box barely fit for livestock. Me—an apex level, evolutionarily superior species.

I had come to accept it. At least, a drink would be nice, but none of those stinking soldiers seemed keen on offering their necks as a sacrifice. Pity, for I wouldn’t mind.

The ride back to Rome was brutal, bumpy, dusty, and loud. The soldiers never shut up, their voices buzzed like flies. They were constantly daring each other to talk to ‘it.’

I am ‘it’?

‘Talk to it’, as if I wasn’t sitting right there, caged, but fully aware of my environment. I just needed silence to plot my next move once we arrived in the city. But even that was rare. It had been several weeks since we left the north, and I could only assume Xerxes had grown tired of trying to kill me.

He must’ve decided agains