Three cars pulled up the drive in a line, headlights sweeping the front of the estate before cutting out one by one. Franz and Arianne stepped out of the first. Gilbert climbed out of the second, Julian out of the third, both of them having driven separately from the forum without needing to discuss why. A fourth car already sat parked near the entrance, one Arianne recognized before she'd finished closing her door.
"Nate's here," she said.
"Early," Gilbert said, checking his watch out of habit rather than need. "He said he had something to sort before dinner. Didn't say what."
Franz didn't answer that. He was already halfway up the front steps.
