Chapter 57

Hot and salty, the tears poured down my face, and I never bothered wiping them. 13

Present day

Lying in Sebastien’s bed, I listened to Seb’s slow and even breathing.

This must have been how Emperor Hadrian had felt about Antinous, his young lover. After Antinous had been killed in Egypt, Hadrian, distraught and insane with grief, had declared the beautiful slave a god and ordered a city be built in Antinous’s name.

If Iever traveled again, this time, I’d visit the city of Sebastopol on the Black Sea, and there, I’d honor my own god—my Sebastien.

Every time I said his name, even to myself, my heart went savage with possessiveness and desire.

Oh, I had it bad for this man.

In bed, Sebastien was still sound asleep at my side, unaware of my hungry gaze roaming all over him. The scent of our mixed sweat still lingered on his skin and the soft morning light revealed all of the details of his handsome face.

Every inch of him seemed designed to keep me running to him like a fool.