Kat POV
I will never forget the feeling that overwhelmed me when the plane finally rested on Slovenian soil, taxiing to the end of the runway where three black vehicles parked, waiting for us. The nervous energy tightened around my stomach, causing me to gag - not exactly the reaction one should be hoping for when returning to their home country.
Forcing the nausea down, I looked through the window as the plane came to a stand beside the vehicles. I watched as six men climbed out of the cars, their muscular arms straining against the restriction of their white shirts, and their faces all neutral without a hint of what they might be feeling.
“Come, Princess,” Jurgen instructed as he stood up and took my small bag with him as he walked to the door, opening it with a twist of a lever.
