Chapter 59

Avara POV

I hasten to catch up with Vance as he strides toward the parking bay that flanks the sleek, elevated restaurant, where an awning shelters a pristine lineup of luxury vehicles. The cars gleam even in the westering light, their lacquered surfaces reflecting the glow of the restaurant perched on the crest of the highland. Each vehicle is watched over by a contingent of guards, their posture alert. The air is still, a kind of silent reverence infused in the atmosphere, broken only by the faint rustle of wind whispering through the valley and the distant murmur of voices from inside the restaurant.