William’s story was interrupted by the ringing of a telephone.
He frowned. “I told them we were not to be disturbed.”
The telephone rang again.
“Excuse me.” He helped Raven to her feet and strode over to the bed, lifting the handset of the telephone. “Yes?”
Raven followed, catching Monsieur Marchand’s last words, “—military-style convoy, with diplomatic plates.”
“Where?” asked William, his eyes meeting Raven’s.
“Just outside the city, sir.”
“And the intelligence report?”
“We have been unable to identify the convoy, sir. If they’re headed here, they’ll arrive in thirty minutes.”
“Right. We’re leaving at once. Prepare for our departure.” William hung up the phone.
Raven grabbed his hand. “Curia?”
“We don’t know, but I don’t want to take the chance. Pack whatever you can’t live without.”
Raven twined her fingers with his. “You. You are what I can’t live without.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it.
Within twenty minutes, Raven and William had changed their appearances and were carrying Swiss diplomatic passports.
A decoy Mercedes had already left the Trivium through the back gates, heading for Geneva Airport.
Raven and William rode in a black Range Rover with diplomatic plates, accompanied by a driver and an armed guard, heading south to the French border.
Another twenty minutes and they had crossed into France, entering Saint-Julien-en-Genevois, where a private jet waited for them.
Raven held her breath as the plane taxied on the airfield. Anxiously, she surveyed their surroundings and the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
Next to her, William exhaled loudly and drew a deep breath.
“It’s going to be all right,” she whispered, her gaze sweeping the landscape. “It has to be.”
The plane took off, and when they’d finally reached their cruising altitude, William began to relax.
Raven gave him an encouraging smile. “You still haven’t told me what happened to you.”
“I will,” he cleared his throat. “But I think we need to discuss our next steps first.”
He turned in his seat to face her. “I want to live the rest of my days with you, in safety. If you want to stay in Europe, we can. But I believe it will be safer for us to go far, far away. At least for the near future.”
“Where would we go?”
“I own property around the world. My recommendation is that we place as much distance between us and the Curia as possible. I own a secret island in French Polynesia, near Bora Bora. We can travel to the island in about a day and a half.”
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“What about the pilots? Can they fly that far?”
“They’re being well paid. They will take us wherever we want to go.”
Raven’s mouth widened into a smile. “You want to take me to Tahiti?”
“Thereabouts.”
“Okay.”
He chuckled. “You don’t want to think about it?”
Raven turned and looked out the window. She examined the landscape beneath them and the snowy Alps that climbed to the clouds.
When she spoke, her tone was wistful. “I miss my sister. I hope someday I’ll be able to tell her I’m alive. But I don’t want to do anything that will make her a target for the Curia or anyone else. I agree we need to disappear.” Raven half-smiled. “Tahiti is warm. You can join me in the sunshine now.”
“It doesn’t have to be forever.” William’s face grew serious. “But the island is the safest place I can think of for now.”
“What’s the island called?”
William grinned sheepishly. “I always referred to it as the island. You’ll have to pick a name for it.”
He sat back in his seat and rested his head against the headrest. “Now it’s time for me to explain what happened…”
Chapter Sixty-Four
“AFTER I FELT MY SOUL LEAVE MY BODY, everything went dark. My first thought was that I’d failed you. I’d failed the city and my people. I’d failed my teacher.” William’s voice grew thick.
At Raven’s signal, the flight attendant retrieved two bottles of water from the mini bar and opened them, pouring the water over ice.
William drank the water gratefully. “Do you remember the story of Guido da Montefeltro?”
“Yes, I think we talked about this once. Dante tells Guido’s story in the Inferno. Guido claimed that St. Francis of Assisi came for his soul when he died but lost it to a demon.”
“Yes.” William studied her.