The drive to Geneva stretched like a fever dream through the rain-soaked dawn. The highway cut through mist and mountains, and every mile brought them closer to answers—and to danger.
Natalie sat beside Adrian in the back of the van, her fingers pressed against the bandage on his shoulder, watching his chest rise and fall. He’d lost a lot of blood, but he was too stubborn to rest. Across from them, Mira drove with one hand and reloaded her gun with the other, her face hard and expression unreadable.
“Voss has turned Europe into a minefield,” Mira said over the hum of the tires. “Every checkpoint, every drone in the air—it’s all his. The closer we get, the more dangerous it becomes.”
Natalie met her eyes in the mirror. “Then we get creative.”
Mira gave a thin smile. “That’s why I liked
