"He's here."
The nurse's voice came through the small speaker just after eight in the morning, and my whole body went rigid in the wheelchair before I even understood why.
"Already?" Lucien checked his watch. "He's early."
"That's not like him," I said. "Caleb's father was never early for anything in his life. Not even his own son's wedding."
"He's not early because he's eager." Lucien's jaw was tight. "He's early because he wants to control the room before either of us gets the chance to."
I was already positioned behind the dark glass of the security office, the same seat I'd used the night before with Chloe, my hands folded tightly in my lap to keep them from shaking. Lucien stood at the door a moment longer, straightening his jacket, the picture of composed authority.
"Remember,"
