After the hearty laugh and the men moved to make preparations, the women—all Ethan's women—retreated to their shared quarters for a long-awaited conversation. One they had delayed for far too long.
Their main quarters were nothing less than a sanctum, vast and elegant, the size of a full house in its own right. At its heart lay the living room, broad as two grand chambers joined together, with high arched ceilings that seemed to drink in the light. Polished marble floors shimmered faintly, scattered with thick woven rugs of intricate patterns, softening the space and inviting warmth. Plush lounges and carved wooden chairs circled a low crystalline table, its surface alive with faint glimmers of light that shifted like starlight caught beneath glass.
