The jet's interior was understated elegance with cream leather seats arranged in small clusters. Polished wood panels with reflected the soft overhead lighting, designed for comfort over long distances.
Katya and her security team occupied the front section, all of them settling into positions that suggested they never fully relaxed even in theoretically secure environments.
Lilian took a window seat, watching the ground fall away as the jet climbed. Somewhere down there, her mother was probably having her second cup of coffee, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her security consultant sons-in-law lived in a fortress.
Dante sat across from her, Adrian beside her, while Lucien claimed the aisle position, angled slightly so he could observe both the cabin and cockpit entrance without making it obvious.
"Six hours to Vienna," Dante said, checking his watch. "We should not wasting them."
