The helicopter touched down and Voren was already out the door before the blades even slowed, his driver right there waiting exactly like he'd been told.
He'd double-checked before landing that Desmond and Nessa were home. He didn't pull surprise visits, especially not for something this heavy.
The Stone mansion sat there like old money always does, quiet, rock-solid, completely unbothered by the chaos of the city swirling around it.
Voren had been in places like this his whole life and never once felt the need to impress them. But walking up to that door tonight felt completely different. He wasn't showing up as some alpha throwing his weight around. He was coming as a man who owed them something real.
He rang the bell and waited, heart pounding harder than he wanted to admit.
Desmond answered the door himself, looking at Voren like he was trying to figure out what category this guy even fell into, not hostile, but definitely guarded, sizing him up.
