Chapter Four
If the hotel Jace had offered to host the wedding celebrations at was his idea of shabby, Amelia couldn’t begin to imagine what he actually considered to be luxurious. Sitting in Jace’s private plane, Amelia watched their descent on the video screen and tried not to let her mouth hang open. Not only was the hotel situated in the vast expanse of Indian Ocean on one of the most beautiful tropical islands she had ever seen in her life, to her mind it was also the one of the largest and palatial edifices ever conceived.
Overlooking a bay of sparkling blue water, and flanked by the dark, vibrant sprawl of rainforest, the Shere Khan Hotel was a sweeping citadel of pristine white stone. Amelia drank in the magnificent jumble of grand towers, huge courtyards and elegant stambhas.
