Liam followed them until the path curved downward and opened up suddenly and when he stepped closer his eyes narrowed slightly in surprise.
Below the cliff rested a small private airport carved neatly into the land hidden and quiet like it did not want to be found by anyone who was not meant to be there.
A sleek private jet waited on the driveway its body gleaming under the open sky engines already humming softly like a living thing preparing to wake up.
Liam slowed his steps without realizing it.
Even he had to admit it was beautiful.
Not flashy not loud just clean sharp and expensive in a way that spoke of control rather than wealth.
Irina walked straight toward it without hesitation.
As they approached the stairs lowered smoothly and the door opened wide welcoming only the three of them.
Liam noticed it instantly.
The five guards stopped.
They did not follow.
They did not even move closer.
