Sophie was already moving toward the corridor, the faint trace of a smile on her lips that she was not working particularly hard to conceal.
"You planned this," Bruce said, falling into step beside her.
"I planned the restaurant," Sophie said pleasantly. "Everything else just followed naturally."
The Fenrari left Reignland the way it had entered, cleanly, without ceremony, the formations parting in recognition and sealing again behind them as though the visit had been noted, filed, and approved in the same breath. The outer gate guards were different from the ones who had greeted their arrival, the shift having turned over in the hours they'd been inside, but the posture was the same, straight, attentive, a bow as the vehicle passed that carried the same unhurried respect.
