Novel & Cerita Lucius Wagner

And tell Lepidus all of his deepest secrets and wishes? A knock came—soft, familiar. Not urgent. Not gentle either. He didn't move. Not yet. Lucius pushed open the door and stepped inside, still lanky and freckled, though his arms and his shoulders had grown into the shape of a soldier's. He grinned—he always did, that boyish smile fighting against time. "Lucius the Great is here! The finest soldier ever to live!" Lepidus didn't answer. He could laugh. He used to.