Lion Head Mesa i don't want to wake it up.

He expected her to provide a name or say something, though she didn’t. Atreus looked side to side, then glanced over at Senmut’s command. He nodded his head. He could do that.

Follow me, he said, guiding the way into Akashingo’s sanctum.

He didn’t try to make small talk. Instead, he tried to place her with sideways glances. Atreus couldn’t even remember if she’d been there at that final, fateful meeting. Only as they stepped into the cool shadows beneath the mesa did a memory suddenly click.

Didn’t you live in the—what was it I heard it called—was it the palazzo?