The jet slowed to a stop, and a cold breeze hit them the moment the door opened. Winona pulled her shawl tighter and glanced at Ares. He gave a small smile. “Patience, Mrs. Montgomery,” he murmured.

She stepped out and froze. Snow stretched over the mountains in every direction, the peaks sharp against the pale sky. Her mouth fell open. She blinked and stepped back slightly, gripping the railing as if to make sure this was real.

“Switz... Switzerland?!” she whispered, almost to ...