Finally alone, Lisa headed straight for the shower.
She let the temperature run nearly scalding hot as she allowed the warmth to ease the tension throughout her body.
As Lisa showered she remembered how she thought it was Tristan who arranged this private accommodation for her.
She felt like a fool for thinking Bane would never be capable of it.
Lisa definitely preferred this niche private quarters to the extravagance of the modern hotel.
Inside her suite, the rooms were expertly designed with French antiques and paintings.
To think that daily utensils that were once considered state of the art while Lisa was alive in France were now considered a relic in modern times.
The suite even had a library filled with ancient tomes, antique rugs and old time French gadgets that were used to study the stars.
An emblem with the fleur-de-lis was everywhere, especially on lace curtains that covered the windows.
