Chapter 48
“They won’t survive the transformation!” Cato yelled up at the night sky.
Costa had told the guards to take him outside ad tie him to a post. He joked that the cold wouldn’t bother someone like Cato. The emptiness of Costa’s eyes was what broke Cato’s heart. Not to mention he had not seen Boudicca or even Lingus.
“Stay calm Cato,” Skoll whispered. “We can get out of this.”
“If the men knew what was happening, they would revolt,” Cato answered, his brain already buzzing to come up with a plan.
“Ahem, I have been assigned to bathe you,” A legionary coughed as he approached. His voice was gruff when he spoke, and he must have been an auxiliary because his Latin was terrible. “By the orders of the Legatus.”