The drive...
The drive felt longer than it should. I sat in the back seat with Rafael beside me, his attention fixed on the passing landscape outside the window. I tried to do the same, but my mind kept drifting back to Beatrice. She must have left before dawn; I hadn’t seen a trace of her when I woke up. The thought settled heavily in my chest.
When the car finally slowed, I looked up and frowned. The place didn’t look like a typical airport. It was quieter, wide open, almost empty...just an enormous hangar sitting in the middle of all that space.
“What airport is this? There’s no one here,” I asked.
“Mine,” he said simply.
My jaw dropped as the doors slid open, revealing a jet so massive it looked unreal.
“You have a private jet?” I blurted.
“How did you think I got you to Italy i
