Chapter 92

The private dining room at Per Se glowed with amber light, Manhattan's skyline twinkling beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Beatrix swirled her wine, watching the deep red liquid catch the light. The remnants of their nine-course meal and two bottles of Bordeaux scattered across the table.

"To resurrection," Octavia said, raising her glass, platinum hair shimmering in the candlelight.

"To truth," Gi