CHAPTER 181

Vengal looked at the towering mountains in the distance and could not help but be in awe. He stood on the patio of the villa nestled above the city of Sparta, the glass of Spartan wine in his hands. The morning had been just as he imagined it. He and his wife had not been able to sleep the last three hours of the flight, and were content to simply gaze at the land below them as it passed by. When he had stepped foot off the SPAT and seen his daughter and the way her face had lit up, everything else had fallen by the wayside.