Return to the Obsidian Keep

The voyage of the flagship yacht *The Sovereign* across the central Aegean Sea was accompanied by an escort of six high-speed missile interceptors, their sleek black hulls slicing through the turquoise swells in tight, ceremonial formation. Standing on the private observation bridge of the yacht, Camille Laurent leaned against the teak railing, her face turned toward the warm Mediterranean sun. She wore an elegant tailored coat of ivory cashmere, lined…