Sinful Man. Part 42

"No, before you ask, we haven't traveled back in time. This is a memory of mine. This was a real naval battle that I got to see."

The smile slipped free before she could stop it, but it was wide and beautiful. She was about to cover her mouth, but he stopped her. "Don't. I've already seen it, that's two. Tell you what, until the memory ends, the deal is suspended. Want to get a closer look?"

She turned to him, unable to reel in the smile and feeling embarrassed that she was showing him a look of anything other than disgust. There was no point in playing tough. She rushed down the stairs she had just climbed, the stone steps still pristine and sharp in this look back at history. She came to the edge of the arena, jumping up and down and laughing as she watched the warriors battle.

A part of her was telling her that she was wrong to enjoy this, that she was actually watching people die in a place where, as she had said, Christians had been executed. But the rest of