The Bellanti jet landed in Geneva under a curtain of fog and snow. The city below looked like glass — cold, perfect, untouchable.

To anyone watching, they were just another wealthy couple arriving for a private investment meeting. But inside, Nicolas’s hand was tight around Vera’s as if letting go would mean losing her again.

Vanessa had been sent ahead with security to Zurich, hidden in an anonymous clinic under Mateo’s care. For once, Vera didn’t argue. Her instincts screamed that ...