Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Nine
The private jet descended smoothly through the thick, dry heat of the desert night, its massive tires striking the runway of a restricted royal terminal with a low, heavy thud. Inside the cabin, the soft amber lights glowed against the polished mahogany, but the luxury could no longer distract me. The flight was over. We had arrived in the capital city of the Al-Mansour family, a place where their name carried the weight of absolute law.
Chase was still half-asleep in my lap, his small face buried against my shoulder, his fingers loosely gripping the cashmere blanket. I looked out the small oval window as the aircraft taxied toward a private hangar. The terminal building was a magnificent structure of white marble and glass, illuminated by golden floo
