The Grand Palais de Justice stood on the icy shores of Lake Geneva like a fortress of white stone and gilded glass. Built during the nineteenth century to house the elite tribunals of Europe, tonight it served as the venue for the European Council’s annual private gala—an exclusive gathering where old money, political influence, and shadow syndicates quietly divided the globe.
Snow fell in thin, silent flakes over the cobblestone courtyard. Black limousines lined the private driveway, dropping off diplomats, dukes, and billionaire financiers in pristine tuxedos and evening gowns.
At the edge of the courtyard, a sleek, armored Maybach pulled to a smooth stop.
The rear door opened, and Kaelen stepped out first, holding a large black umbrella over the door. He wore a midnight-blue tuxedo t
