It was the tiniest glance, a mere flicker. But it was enough for Jasmine to realise that Helena and Rebecca were utterly without hope. At that moment she knew for certain that they would end the day nude and screaming on their crosses, and that nothing she could say or do would alter that.
That momentary exchange between them told her that the Proconsul was a mere puppet in the hands of her half-brother, Marcus. Money or blackmail, she didn’t know, but she did know that the Proconsul would...
Jasmine
That momentary exchange between them told her that the Proconsul was a mere puppet in the hands of her half-brother, Marcus. Money or blackmail, she didn’t know, but she did know that the Proconsul would...
Jasmine