A few days had passed since Nathan had eliminated Logan.
In the time since, he had deliberately adopted a more subdued, calculated approach—choosing to act with caution rather than impulse. The chaos of his first arrival in Rome still lingered at the back of his mind like a warning. He had moved too quickly, too recklessly, and nearly compromised everything. Now, he couldn't afford that luxury. Not when the stakes were this high.
Caesar's trust—tenuous as it was—had to be preserved. One misstep, one hint of betrayal, and Nathan knew precisely how the mighty ruler would respond. It wouldn't be exile. It wouldn't be imprisonment. No, Julius Caesar would have him killed without a second thought. The man wasn't known for mercy.
Nathan understood this too well. If Caesar caught even a whisper of his true intentions—of the schemes Nathan was weaving in the shadows—then it would be over.
So, for now, he chose to play the loyal soldier. The perfect mercenary. The useful tool.
