"THAT'S A CLAIMING MARK," Mason said quietly.
The room fell silent. Outside, through the security center's reinforced windows, the estate grounds looked peaceful. Beautiful. Safe.
It was an illusion.
Theron had been here. Had walked the perimeter, tested the wards, left his mark. Had proven that despite all of Grayson's careful security measures, he could reach them whenever he wanted.
And more importantly—he'd proven he knew about Mailah. Knew that Grayson had taken her away for a weekend. Knew that she mattered enough to be a vulnerability.
Grayson's hands clenched at his sides. "Double the perimeter security. I want eyes on every inch of the property line, physical and magical. Install additional wards at the eastern entrance and anywhere else Mason identifies as weak points."
"Already in progress," Lucson confirmed.
"And I want surveillance on everyone who knew about the beach house. Discreetly. If there's a leak, we find it."
