Sofia

The air hit me as I stepped out of the Jeep, my bare feet sinking into the warm, white stone of the driveway. The ride from the airstrip had been short, winding through a dense jungle that seemed to swallow the narrow road whole. But now, the trees opened up, revealing the destination.

The villa wasn't just a house, it was a fortress of glass and stone built directly into the side of the cliff. It hovered over the turquoise ocean, suspended between the sky and the water. There were no ...