Chapter 50

“Oh my goodness….lord this is…” Cara stepped off the bottom tread of the long staircase that had brought them deep underground and looked around her. This is amazing.

She glanced up at Xavier and his easy smile combined with the warm Press of his palm against the small upper back and had a dangerous effect on her equilibrium.

He turned towards her and gave an approaching maitre d a knowing smile. “400 years ago this was a network of winery sellers run by monks he said. Now its one of Madrid's finest restaurants.”

The window list space might have felt stuffy and oppressive but it had been so beautifully restored that instead it felt well coming and intimate. Following the matrix d she walked beneath centuries old arches of brick and stone through an in chanting labyrinth of narrow passageways that linked a series of dining alcoves and galleries of varying ships and sizes.

Isolated from the noisy bustling city above and with soft music piped through invisible speakers and subtle atmosph