The Loyal Spartan
He had looked down at his mug, then back at me, and in his eyes, I saw a flicker of something I hadn’t seen before: a grudging, fragile respect.
As Hypatos had left, a few coins clinking onto the bar, a younger server, a nymph with spring-green eyes, had sidled up next to me to wipe down the section he had vacated.
“You were going to spend the rest of your life pining after that one, weren’t you?” Elara had asked, her voice a teasing lilt. “A Spartan old enough to be your father, no less. Ambitious, Saea.”
I had forced a laugh, flicking my rag at her playfully. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s just good for tips.” The words had felt like ash in my mouth, a flimsy shield against a truth that had be
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