“Lady Fortuna smiles on you, Malina.” Instant rage burned inside my chest as I met his gaze. “How can you possibly say that?” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, blinking back the stinging of tears. I often cried when I was angry, and I was currently fuming. “My family is dead by the hands of your people. My adopted clansmen are dead or enslaved, and now I’m to be the body slave to a general of the Roman army. Lady Fortuna hates me,” I seethed.
