The private jet hummed with quiet tension, but Valentina’s mind was louder. Switzerland loomed ahead, a diplomatic front hiding the coils of war. Below the calm skies, the plan she and Adrian birthed was in motion.....Zora’s strike team would hit Donata’s eastern port route tonight.
Valentina leaned back in the leather seat, her hands curled tightly around a glass of untouched water. Across from her, Matteo studied the briefing notes he’d memorized a hundred times.
“You’re sure you can pull this off?” she asked.
Matteo’s head tilted. “Donata knows Adrian. She won’t expect me. That’s the advantage.”
Valentina hesitated. “She’s dangerous. Arrogant, but smart. If anything feels off......”
“I get out,” he finished for her. “I know.”
The plane dipped slightly. Matteo glanced toward the co
