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Romeo was still lying in bed, trying to recall the lastest events that occurred in past few days including the day he landed in a hospital bed. He remembered talking to Julius. "What do they mean Julius is dead but we spoke only a few hours ago?" he asked himself. To him it felt real that he had a real talk with Julius. He told him that he should go back and fix the whole situation. He told him that one of then must go back and finish where they left off. "Go back and finish where we left off", he repeated those words

be hard for my pack, losing the future king and the future beta, but, who knows, if we manage to end this war with our escape... I love you Romeo. I can't live without you. What gave me the most encouragement was knowing that you feel the same way about me. But Romeo, stay safe. Don't put yourself in danger. Do not give your brother and your father weapons against you. My father doesn't know anything. The news didn't reach him. He thinks I fought with a friend of yours and that made your father hate me. But your father knows the truth, and you can't let him ruin our plans to live our love. As for your brother, keep away from him. Romeo, I dream that I'm with you every night and when I wake

“Wh-“ My eyes widened. And Xerxes noticed my fear and anxiousness as he narrowed his brows and took stealthy steps towards the white peeking note. “Xer-“ Before I could stop him he was bending down to grab the piece of paper in between his fingers. He raised it to his face as he read the words written on it. His warm gaze turning to icy glaciers. My blood froze as he crumbled it under his plan and met my gaze. Fire burned through them as he gritted his teeth. The letter sent by Augustus. “Explain.”****

"Game? Revenge, sweet as fresh kill. Julius took everything from me once. Now I take his heart, beating or broken." I jerked back, chains dragging against my wrists. "Touch me again, and I'll rip your throat out myself." His smile widened, fangs glinting. "Feisty. Like her." He pulled a crumpled parchment from his coat, yellowed and soot-streaked, thrusting it under my nose. Ink blurred names, Teja's among them, but Julius's scrawl leaped out: Burn this. No traces. My vision swam. "This... this can't…"

– M’ Julian’s breath stopped. ‘M? Mikhail?‘ His hands shook. ‘It could be a trap. It could be one of Caesar’s games. But what if it’s real? What if this is my only chance?‘ Caesar stirred beside him, arm tightening, pulling him closer. “You should sleep, baby,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, lips brushing Julian’s neck. Julian tucked the note under the pillow fast, heart racing so loud he was scared Caesar would hear it.

but I'm always ready for a replay," and left for the corridor. Julio Cesar laughed amidst his pain thinking - you're in for a big surprise wolf. The day dawned cloudy, he couldn't see an inch in front of his nose, so to speak. Julio Cesar fully recovered - at least for the outside - was walking towards the cemetery, in other words, towards Soraia's grave. Sheila stirred and stirred in her nightmare, and the closer the evil was to the coffin, the more restless she became. The same happened to Augusto, his bare chest was soaked with sweat, his eyelids trembled, and his unconscious hands clutched the sheet. Julius Caesar stood in front of the tomb and took from the pocket of his black blazer a

"And, Omar is taking me to America with him!" Omar paused in what he was doing and looked up at Julius, whom he frowned at. "Soon as you change your name, Pueba!" he spat as he continued with his paper arrangements. Julius' mood turned sour as he pouted like an over-indulged child. "That is the name I have chosen, Omar! Julius Caesar was betrayed by his friend!" "And so?!" Omar didn't stop what he was doing this time. "Look, this is not the place to discuss this. We'll talk more when we get home," he said dismissively as he straightened up. His smile returned when he faced Philip again.

******************************** INDEX: villa urbana - A grand, luxurious country estate ientaculum - Breakfast or morning meal ligula - spoon culter - knife Vetera castrum - military camp in chapter 2 (little boots) fabulae - Mythical stories or legends, in this case, about the Roman gods Cicero and Caesar - Famous Roman statesmen and writers whose works and legacy would still have been widely studied and admired in ancient Rome historae - Historical accounts or stories gentes - Noble families or clans achromatopsia - A rare genetic disorder that affects Caligula's vision, causing him to see the world in shades of gray

"Your copy. The one with your margin notes." Something moved across his face. Not surprise — she had known there would be margin notes. She had known because she knew him. He went to his study. Came back with a folder. Set it on the table between them. She opened it. Read in silence for a long time. The margin notes were thorough. Precise. The notes of a man who had read every word and understood every implication. On page twelve, beside the stress induction protocol description, in Julian's careful hand: *Necessary? Alternatives?*

"…The heart of Brutus earns to think upon," Ms. Carlly shut her book and looked up at the half asleep class. Most of the students had their heads down. Others were texting. I didn't blame them, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar wasn't what I would call fascinating. I noticed the teacher's face drop a little at the lack of enthusiasm in the room. "I expect you all to finish reading Act II over the weekend. We'll start on Act III next week."