Chapter 16

Tatyana sat at the left in the last seat near the end of the twelve-foot mahogany dining table and stared at the empty chairs.  It had to have been at least thirty minutes since she’d been pulled from her room and seated at this empty room.  She was more than a little restless and irritable.

The table was exquisitely set. She picked up the gold rimmed, white porcelain dinner plate and turned it over to inspect the stamp on the back.  It was made by Waterford. Setting the plate down carefully Tatyana reached for a wine goblet and turned it in the light.

Vintage Waterford, she mused.

She was aware of only one of Wadim’s den members that was obsessed with Waterford crystal and china; especially vintage.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention and she quickly replaced the goblet.

She sat proud and erect as the dinner party entered the room.  She did her best to disguise her revulsion when Gyozo b