The warning lights on the ceiling flashed a harsh red, casting long, blinking shadows across the cabin walls. The private jet gave another violent shudder as heavy winds slammed against the metal body of the plane, rocking the aircraft from side to side over the dark, snowy mountains of Europe.

Clara pulled a thick woolen blanket around her shoulders, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked up at the three men who immediately sprang into action.

Lucian stood up tall, buttoning his suit jacket with calm, controlled movements. His dark eyes showed no trace of fear, only pure determination.

"Stay here," Lucian told Clara, his voice steady and reassuring....