The jet landed smoothly on the private airstrip just outside Paris. As the door opened, a wave of crisp, cool air swept through, carrying the faint scent of the city—a mix of rain, stone, and promise. Kyra stepped down the stairs, her heart racing with anticipation, and stopped in her tracks when she saw the sleek black limousine waiting for them.
As they slid into the luxurious vehicle, Kyra’s excitement bubbled over. She ran her fingers over the plush leather seats, marveled at the tiny twinkling lights in the ceiling, and even poked at the buttons that controlled the tinted windows.
“Is that a fridge?” she exclaimed, opening a compartment and pulling out a chilled water bottle.
Dorian and Ryder exchanged a glance before breaking into laughter. “It’s just a car, Kyra,” Ryder teased, h
