Chapter 174 The Soil Of Spain

• BRAHAM’S POV
• The smooth, synchronized hum of the private plane's engines cut out, leaving a ringing silence in the cabin as we came to a complete halt on the secure tarmac just outside of Barcelona. The heavy cabin doors unsealed and the warm Mediterranean air rushed in immediately — sun-baked earth, coastal pine, and the deep, crushing authority of centuries pressed into a single breath.
• I stepped down the stairs first, one hand extended behind me for Millie, while Leo practically launched himself down the steps beside us.