Chapter 22: The Land of Fire and Ice
Iceland was a landscape from another planet.
It was a world of black rock and white glaciers. Steam rose from cracks in the earth like the breath of sleeping giants. The air smelled of sulfur and purity.
We arrived on a cargo ship that docked in a small fishing village on the southern coast. We were ghosts now. The Matriarch’s spell held firm. We walked past security cameras and they flickered and blurred. We walked past automated gates and they opened without scanning us.
My father’s satellites circled high above in the atmosphere. They were looking for heat signatures. They were looking for the digital footprint of a billionaire heiress.
They found nothing.
We rented a rugged off road vehicle using cash. We drove inland.
The destination was the
