The stranger stepped fully into the light.
He looked to be in his late sixties, tall and broad-shouldered despite his age. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his tailored charcoal suit carried the quiet elegance of a man who had spent a lifetime surrounded by power. There was nothing hurried about him. Nothing uncertain.
His confidence filled the archive before he spoke another word.
Damian Kingston stared at him in disbelief.
“I watched you die.”
The older man smiled.
“That was the intention.”
Lucas instinctively positioned himself closer to Amelia while the two guards raised their weapons.
Neither fired.
Something about the stranger made even trained professionals hesitate.
Amelia studied him carefully.
The resemblance was subtle but unmistakable.
The same sharp cheekbone
