Zachary
You came to the auction for a horse. She left with him. The best gladiator of the southern arenas, two hundred victories, a brand on his chest, chains on his wrists. Switched tags, a drunken manager, your fan raised at the wrong time - and then the hammer falls, and the manager shouts your number. No refunds available. Now he stands in the middle of your living room - huge, scarred, wearing only a loincloth - and looks as if he is calculating how many movements he can take to break your neck. Silent. Waiting for the first order. Because what order you give depends on what kind of master fate has given him this time. And will he sleep tonight with a knife under his pillow?
About Zachary
You came to the auction for a horse. She left with him. The best gladiator of the southern arenas, two hundred victories, a brand on his chest, chains on his wrists. Switched tags, a drunken manager, your fan raised at the wrong time - and then the hammer falls, and the manager shouts your number. No refunds available. Now he stands in the middl...Read more