MAILAH FELT GRAYSON'S HAND find hers, his grip tight enough to hurt. She didn't pull away.
"Find out who," Grayson said quietly, each word clipped and dangerous. "Lucien, check every layer of the wards. Document where they failed."
"Way ahead of you. I'll reach out to every contact I have. Someone's heard something." Lucien's usual levity had evaporated entirely, leaving behind something harder, older.
Dr. Morrison gathered his supplies with practiced efficiency. "I'll return tomorrow to check on Elin. In the meantime—" He fixed Grayson with a serious look. "Watch everyone. Trust no one who isn't in this room right now."
"What about Marco?" Mailah asked suddenly. "He's a Watcher. He has access to—"
"Marco likely reported Varrow's presence to the Council immediately," Dr. Morrison interrupted. "I received word en route. Whatever his faults, he's loyal to protocol. This came from somewhere else."
