SOPHIA'S POV

The glass doors of the private elevator slid open with a soft, metal hiss.

The top terrace of the Grand Hotel was a huge, open glass hall that looked out over the dark stretch of Lake Geneva. Heavy rain had started to hit the strong glass dome high above us and made a steady, slow beat that echoed through the wide, quiet room. The air was warm and smelled of candle wax and fresh flowers. Hundreds of small lights glowed in the dark like stars, and the whole place looked like a beautiful dream. It made my skin crawl.

In the center of the room sat a long,...