Chapter 2
Astorre had the driver bring them to the five-star yacht hotel, Sunborn Gibraltar. He'd only been here once before but Clara’s face reddened and she’d say she’d taken advantage of his hospitality again though enjoy the luxury as they stopped in front of it. She pressed her hand, so tiny in comparison to his, on his forearm. “Is this a cruise?”
“We’re not going anywhere. The ship is stationary and the best five-star hotel I’ve ever stayed at.” The idea of sailing off into the sunset like the end of a movie played in his head.
Perhaps he should have chosen a long ocean cruise for the end of the road with his wealth, but he figured the Strait of Gibraltar was pretty nice too. For millennia, this had been thought of as the end of the known world, so he'd thought it a perfect place
