"Now that Julius is defeated and Rome has fallen, and you've managed to secure an alliance with their new leaders—what are you planning next?" Cleopatra asked.
Morning had arrived, soft and quiet. Nathan had already bathed and now stood in the adjoining chamber, pulling on his clothes piece by piece. Cleopatra's voice drifted through the open doorway from the bathhouse, where she still reclined in the large marble tub, steam curling lazily around her.
The suite they'd been given in the Theatre of Pompey was spacious and well-appointed, one of the few remnants of Roman luxury still intact after the chaos of recent days. The bathhouse connected directly to Nathan's quarters, its walls lined with pale stone that gleamed faintly in the morning light.
"Going back to Tenebria," Nathan said, fastening the last button on his tunic. "Rest for a while. Then carefully plan the attack against the Light Empire."
Cleopatra laughed, the sound rich with amusement.
