The private jet landed in Vienna at dawn.

Dante held Elena. Sienna held Leo's hand. Security surrounded them. Six men. Armed. Professional. Franz's people.

"Welcome back," Franz said at the airfield. He looked exhausted. Older than when Dante had last seen him. "I have cars waiting. Safe house is ready. Completely secure."

"Good." Dante scanned the area. Looking for threats. Old habits. "Briefing in two hours. I want everyone there. Every Council member. Every security lead. Everyone."

The safe house was a fortress. Modern building. Top floor. Bulletproof windows. Single point of entry with armed guards. Everything Dante had specified.

They settled in. Leo exploring. Thinking it was exciting. Elena...