na

the harsh, clinical light of haloge

of jet fuel

anx. They were imposing men in dark suits, their expr

aid softly. He draped a heavy wool coat over my shoulders.

elt like a porcelain doll that had been smashed agains

you,"

t his influence was everywhere. The plane was a Gulfstream, sle

me. "I'm Sarah, your father's assistant. We have ev

recious. As if I mattered. It w

nt to slee

e promised. "Y

ramp when I heard it. The

outer security. It skidded to a halt fifty yar

red against my

oor o

ped out first. It was Victori

s from the hospital, stained and wrinkled. He looked

looking

y voice trembling. "

d, looking at the

r group. For a terrifying s

was wrapped in a coat that wasn't

't reco

a he knew. The woman who stood tall and took his

dow. She shouted something at him,

looked at the plane,

back in

d his ba

ath I didn't kn

ee you," Sar

oice gaining stren

paration agreement-the one I had kept for myself. The pap

n't need a piece of pap

half. Then

d from the jet engines caught them, scatter

go,"

back at the black SUV. I didn't look back at the Pack

heavy thud, sealing out the n

lt the vibration in my bones. We lifted o

ound fell away. The world below b

d on my empty,

d to the clouds. "I wil

d the mountains, toward Zurich, towa

rling. And I wa