A gorgeous rest house beside a tranquil lake welcomed us as we stepped out of the car. Tall trees surround the property, and if it weren't for the tall buildings and skyscrapers soaring through the sky in the background, one would've thought they had left the city. Still, it was obvious that everything was man-made. The trees were arranged in a pattern, the lawn and gardens were well-manicured, and the lake looked too blue to be natural.
Alistair approached the lake house, and Marku and I followed him while Ezio brought up the rear. Only the four of us were permitted inside, but Alistair stationed his own guards outside the gate and around the perimeter.
The lake house looked more magnificent up close, and its rustic design was striking. The afternoon sun bathed the structure in an orang
