The quiet after the sensors went off never fully returned. Killian stayed sharp, checking the feeds every few minutes, gun always within reach. He went to the small office corner of the cabin to review the security logs more carefully. I followed and leaned against the doorway. His back was tense as he scrolled through the tablet. “Something’s wrong,” he said after a long silence. “The outer sensors triggered, but the pattern is clean. Too clean. Like they knew exactly where the blind spots were.” I stepped closer. “How is that possible? You said this place was off-grid.” Killian’s jaw tightened. He pulled up another screen. The GPS logs from the vehicle we had used and the cabin’s secondary tracker. His face went colder. “Someone accessed the backup location data,” he muttered. “From the mansion through my office system. The log shows a pull late last night.” My stomach dropped. Only a few people had access to that office. Dante. Father. And the people who came and went freely n
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