Chapter 730
- The grand dining hall of the Washington Mansion was bathed in the warm, amber glow of a hundred crystal facets.
- For fifteen years, this room had felt like a cathedral of ghosts, too quiet, too cold, and far too large for a man who usually ate over a tactical tablet in his study.
- Tonight, however, the air was thick with the scent of roasted rosemary, garlic-rubbed lamb, and the faint, sweet trail of expensive wine.