Sebastian met Nathaniel at the airport himself, abandoning assistants and chauffeurs. He didn't trust strangers with this.
Cassie had moved mountains to get the man here, and the least he could do was look him in the eyes and give thanks.
Nathaniel stepped through the glass terminal doors with the calm stride of a man who had never been made to wait a single day of his life.
Tall, sharp-featured, and quietly dangerous in his tailored charcoal coat, he looked less like a doctor and more like someone who designed weapons for governments.
Their greeting was brief, a firm handshake, a mutual study of the other's resolve, and then they were on the road. The Hale mansion rose ahead like a private fortress carved into the Manhattan skyline, its mirrored exterior catching the early m
