The flight to Vienna was smooth.

Leo slept most of the way, curled up in Sienna's lap. Dante worked on his presentation for the Council meeting.

Papers spread across the small table. Numbers and projections and plans for legitimizing billions in assets.

Sienna watched him work. Watched the way his brow furrowed when he was concentrating. The way he chewed his bottom lip when something didn't add up.

This was the man she loved. Not the Ice King. Not the dangerous businessman. Just Dante. Trying to build something better.

They landed in Vienna at sunset. The city was beautiful. Old world charm mixed with modern sophistication. Their hotel was near...