Chapter 7 - The Fortress in the Alps
The vehicle wound its way up the mountain roads toward an isolated stone estate perched above Lake Geneva. High stone walls, thermal cameras, and armed guards gave the property the appearance of a modern medieval fortress.
Elena was ushered into a sprawling, firelit suite on the third floor. Leo had finally drifted to sleep, exhausted from the harrowing escape. Elena laid him in the carved crib beside the bed, standing guard like a mother wolf.
The door opened softly, and Mateo stepped inside. He had changed into a clean black shirt, the top buttons undone to reveal the intricate ink climbing his neck. He looked less like an untouchable billionaire and more like a weary warrior carrying the weight of an empire.
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""He's asleep,"" Elena whispered.
""I didn't come to check on the boy,"" Mateo said, stepping closer until only inches separated them. ""I came to ask you why a pediatric nurse would fake an aviation license just to board my private jet.""
