CHAPTER 82

LUCAS'S POV

The private jet came down smoothly through a blanket of golden afternoon clouds, breaking out over the wide, sun-drenched plain of Madrid. Below us, old stone plazas, wide tree-lined streets, and modern glass towers stretched out toward the far Guadarrama Mountains.

Inside the quiet, comfortable cabin of the jet, the mood was warm and peaceful. Jaydon was curled up on the leather sofa near the front, fast asleep under a soft blanket after a long flight from Geneva.

I sat across from Sophia in the main cabin, watching her go through the digital briefing files for the Madrid summit.

She wore a breathtaking royal-blue silk blouse...