Chapter 125

• ADAM’S POV
• The wind howled across the tarmac in harsh, salty gusts as I stood by the open ramp of the transport plane, staring at the blinking runway lights. Sicily was only an hour away by air, but it felt like another world, a world I was about to invade.
• Raphael handed me a tablet, the glow lighting his severe features. I scrolled through the final briefing: satellite images, patrol patterns, the vineyard compound with its aging stucco walls and iron gates.