She must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing she felt was Adrian's gentle touch on her shoulder and the sensation of descent.
"We're landing," he said softly. "Twenty minutes to Vienna."
Lilian sat up, blinking as she tried to shake off the disorientation. Through the window, she could see the late afternoon sun was dipping low, and the view had shifted from countryside to urban sprawl with blocks of modern buildings mixing with historical architecture in the distinctive pattern of old European cities.
The jet landed smoothly, taxiing toward a private terminal far from the airport. Lilian leaned slightly toward the widow, spotting the reception party waiting. Three sleek and high-end sedans were waiting near a neat row, drivers in formal suits stood beside them in formal attire, surrounded by additional security personnel that would escort them to their hotel.
