Lena's POV
Sienna arrived at midday, and I watched her step down from the Stormridge escort vehicle with the particular, deliberate composure I had known my whole life, the specific way she had always arranged herself before entering a room she wanted to control.
I was standing at the top of the entrance steps with Bastian a few paces behind me and Damien further back, near the doorway, watching the courtyard with the careful, contained attention I had come to recognize as his way of being present without appearing to manage the moment.
Sienna looked up and found me immediately.
For a moment, before she could arrange her face into whatever expression she had planned for the occasion, something moved across it that I had not expected. Not calculation. Not the careful warmth she used as
