I yawned as I watched the sunset. It was the end of my first day back at home. The Philosopher's Stone was safely locked away in my treasure vault and Jon was back home at his gallery in Rome.

"Tea, Lara?" Hilary asked from my elbow.

I looked at him and smiled. "Thank you Hilary." I said.

I was standing on my balcony, bathed in sunlight after a restful day. I could hear the dull thud of rock music coming from Bryce's trailer as he worked on something and the birds singing their final songs of the day. I felt as peace with the world. But I knew this contentment wouldn't last. Soon I would get restless and crave another adventure. But for now, I was content.

I sipped my tea and watched the sky turn red. I heard the phone ring inside, but didn't hurry to get it. If it was important, Hilary would come and get me. I was quite happy where I was.

"Lara?" Hilary asked at the door. "It's for you."

"Who is it?" I asked, still not turning around.

"Jean-Yves." Hilary answered. "He said it's important."

"Lara, how are you?" Jean-Yves said warmly in his soft French accent, as I took the phone Hilary held out to me.

"I'm fine." I said. "And you?"

"Good, good." He said distractedly. "Lara, I must confess. This is a business call."

"I thought so."

"Do you know much about the Spear of Destiny?" he asked.

"It's a powerful artefact that contains untold power. Lost of the coast of Russia when it sank with a German U-Boat." I said. "Don't tell me someone's going after it?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Who?"

"Sergei Mikhailov. Russian Mafia."

"I've heard of him." I said, a grin spreading over my face. "When do you want me?"

"Meet me in Moscow. The day after tomorrow, 11am."

"Done." I said and hung up.

It seemed I was off on another adventure. I can't say I was disappointed. I swallowed the rest of my tea and went inside to pack.