Squad POV short stories

Here are the scenes where Camilla or Niall saves Hati from the ditch digging. Then, there's Marcus in the public baths prancing about naked.

Brick’s POV:

Dig. Dig. Dig.

Mud. Mud. Mud.

Not bad.

A woman. Clad like a highborn bitch. Too fancy for the mud.

You look at her. Everyone does.

But. You look like you know the bitch. And the bitch knows you.

Wouldn’t fuck with that one, Hati.

Your funeral.

Floyd’s POV:

A woman appears, and a highborn at that. Beautiful yet deadly, like wolfsbane. The Legate’s wife.

Her poise is that of a wildcat, her gaze as sharp as her teeth. Her features betray no other emotion but silent disgust at us, at everyone around her.

A shudder runs through me and I quickly look away before she can feel my gaze on her.

Instead, I look at you. And what I see makes me want to snatch you and run for the hills: You look at her with recognition. No, you don’t look; you stare at her. You stare at her as if you didn’t know that even the merest of glimpses could give you a death sentence. And she… She gives you the smallest of peeks. The curtain of disgust falls from her face for the briefest moment, revealing something else entirely: curiosity.

Or is it… Attraction? Dear gods, I hope not.

Worry takes a grip of my stomach and I fight the urge to grab your shoulder and shake some sense into you.

I just hope you know what you’re doing with that one.

Pec’s POV:

Tribune. A nice surprise. He doesn’t usually visit us.

Little braids here and there decorate his glorious auburn mane. Poised like a mighty warrior, big as a statue of Zeus, he walks to us. He throws a glance at me and I perk up. Ah, crap, I’m covered in mud.

I faintly realize I’m smiling like a fool. And from the corner of my eye there’s someone else looking at him, too.

You. And he looks at you. As he does, his demeanor changes: he swallows almost nervously, his posture grows smaller.

And you. You look at him like he’s your equal.

Don’t tell me, Hati: You’re already fucking him? Ah, man, that was fast. I didn’t even get to call dibs on him.

Kegan’s POV:

You squeeze your tunic on you and look around. I wish I could help you.

I mean, I totally get it, I don’t like it either. There are naked men sizing each other up, treating the place like a cockpit. It’s better to avoid those gazes and stick to your group, there’s safety in numbers.

However, you look really uncomfortable. As if there was something more to it. But I might be imagining it. I have an active imagination.

Then, Lord Centurion appears. Your whole demeanor changes from worry to something else entirely. It’s as if you’re ready to pounce at him, to tear his limbs off one by one. I–

I look away to interrupt the violent thoughts.

I get it. He’s a jerk. If this was a cockpit, he’d be its keeper.

But, I won’t say anything. I look at the water, try to look as small as I physically can. It’s easier that way. They will usually leave me alone that way.

Usually. Not the Optio, though.

But I see you from the corner of my eye. You look like you’re wordlessly challenging him.

And Lord Centurion looks at you. And sees only you.

There’s a connection. But I’m not sure what kind it is. Why would you look like you want to kill him if there was anything more to it?

I'm sorry for posting this so late this month! 😩