Dawn did not arrive gently over the Montgomery estate. It crept in through a grey sky, thin light cutting across the iron gates like the edge of a blade.
At exactly 5:12 a.m., the guards at the front perimeter straightened.
Headlights appeared beyond the tree-lined drive.
Not fast.
Not reckless.
Measured.
A black sedan rolled toward the gates and stopped without a sound. The engine remained running — low, steady, patient.
One of the guards stepped forward.
The rear door opened before he could knock.
Kai stepped out.
He wore a dark overcoat, gloves, no tie. His presence did not announce itself loudly — it pressed into the space instead. Tall. Lean. Eyes that looked as though they had never once hesitated in their life.
He didn't greet anyone.
Didn't need to.
The guards stepped aside.
The gates opened.
