The gate opened before Finn pressed the intercom.
He pulled his hand back from the button and looked at the camera above it. A small green light blinked once and the iron gate swung inward, quiet and smooth on its hinges.
"She already knew we were coming," James said.
"She always knows," Finn said. He started toward the house.
James followed him up the driveway.
The house sat back from the road behind trimmed hedges and a low stone wall. Clean windows. Soft garden lights already on even though it was mid-morning. A black Range Rover parked to one side. No visible security except the camera, which meant the security was good enough not to need to be visible.
Finn slowed slightly before the front door.
"Don't approach her like a guild recruit," he said.
"You already told me that in the car."
