Rise of the Wolf (Mark of the Thief, Book 2)
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When the Praetors capture Nic's mother, Nic knows he must do anything to save her. He challenges the Praetors to a chariot race. If he wins, they will release his mother. But if he loses, he must hand over a magic that will certainly bring about the end of Rome as well as his own life. Can Nic once again harness his magic and gather the strength to defeat his enemies? Or will he lose his mother and bear witness to Rome's destruction?
hardly be able to. I knew she could hear us fighting. I looked back at Aurelia and lowered my voice too. “Why did you come?” She only sighed, as if the answer should have been obvious. Unfortunately, the only obvious thing to me was that I hadn’t finished saying things I was sure to regret. “Will Crispus approve of our friendship after you marry him?” Her eyes widened. “Who said I was going to marry him?” “It’s the only way you can inherit your father’s wealth. Clearly, you need Crispus’s
back at me until we had been quiet for too long. Then she stepped back and said, “We’d better get to safety. Where’s Livia?” “With Crispus,” I said, finally pulling my head back into the battle. I pointed off to the right. “But let’s go this way instead. There’s something else I need to do.” We left Radulf to finish the battle behind us, and I had no doubt that he would be successful. There wasn’t much the Praetors could do to him, and he was clearly enjoying himself. I wondered if this was how
“No, of course not.” “Then why?” Because I wanted her there, where I knew she was safe, where I could get her advice and enjoy her friendship. But instead of saying any of that, I panicked. “Er, Radulf has good cheese.” Good cheese? Had I really just said such a ridiculous thing? Aurelia released me and stepped back. Even the small distance between us felt too far apart now, but nothing I could do would change that. Aurelia shook her head and looked toward Crispus. “He just lost his father,
words had slammed into a stone wall. With little patience left, I asked, “If they what?” Crispus sighed. “You have to trust me and my father, no matter how they try to force you. Because if the Praetors succeed, it could mean that all of Rome is destroyed.” My temper warmed, but I kept my voice low. “Why won’t I have any choice in helping them, Crispus?” I looked to Aurelia for answers, but she only glanced down. Muttering a curse under my breath, I left them and walked over to Valerius and
gods. And though everyone around me followed the eagle’s path in the skies and whispered to Pluto to carry him safely into the underworld, I only stared up at Radulf, letting him see the blame in my eyes. Radulf had ordered Florian’s death as well. I knew it just from looking at him. Only a few days ago, we’d learned that the emperor was sending his soldiers to bring Radulf to Gaul. Radulf had replied that the soldiers were loyal to him, far more than the emperor. Now I knew what he meant by