Thirteen
They emerged into warm, moist, tropical heat, the sun beating down overhead. The contrast with the chateau where she and Bariq had just been was so strong, Amber could only stand where she was for a moment, blinking as she did her best to acclimate.
Lush banana tree fronds waved in the breeze. Just ahead of her was an infinity pool that overlooked a shimmering white beach. As she began to take in her surroundings, she realized she was in a place that reminded her very much of a house where she’d attended an insane party on her last night in Costa Rica — the same sleek, modern architecture, with a vaguely Art Deco feel to it, like something you might see in Miami, only bigger and even more lavish.
In fact….
It was the same house. That is, she supposed there could be two places
