The private flight across the heart of Western Europe aboard the Dassault Falcon was a soaring passage through cloudless spring skies. As the aircraft crossed the French border into the lush, green basin of the Loire Valley, Genevieve looked down through the oval cabin window with a heart racing with sweet anticipation. Six months had passed since she had boarded an Austrian diplomatic car in the pouring autumn rain, believing…
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