CHAPTER 86

SOPHIA'S POV

The Alpine night air was bone-chillingly cold, and it smelled of pine needles, wet mountain rock, and far-off snow.

I moved silently through the shadow of the tall pine trees twenty yards from our villa's fence line, with my hand resting comfortably on the grip of my silenced gun. Beside me, Lucas moved like a ghost, his tall, dark shape blending smoothly into the night, his rifle held ready and low, and his eyes scanning the pitch-black forest through his night-vision visor.

For four years, I had watched men try to take everything from me: my father's legacy, my freedom, and my son. But standing in...