CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
We stepped inside and found ourselves in a comfortable salon with a low table in the center. Windows looked out on the city and illuminated the room with a soft light. A dozen thick mats surrounded the table and against the wall were many shelves filled with decorative books of some ancient lineage along with a few potted plants. The air smelled of freshly baked cookies and the crumbs on the floor around the table hinted at their demise.
Will closed the door behind us and began to remove his clunky armor. Sylvia and I were only too glad to follow suit and soon we had a pile of metal tucked into one corner. I dropped my butt onto one of the plump cushions around the table while Will took up another beside me.
However, Sylvia paced the room like a caged animal.
