GRAYSON HADN'T SLEPT EITHER. Couldn't.
There was no sign of Theron. The surveillance teams reported nothing. No supernatural signatures. No movement.
Just waiting.
Grayson stood in the security center, monitors displaying every angle of the greenhouse. Mailah was visible on three different feeds, pacing with increasingly unsteady movements. She'd stop occasionally, grip the edge of a planting table, breathe deeply. Then resume pacing.
Maintaining consciousness through sheer stubborn will.
Lucson entered with coffee Grayson didn't want. "You should rest. Even a few hours—"
"I'm fine."
"You haven't slept since this started."
"Neither has she."
The words came out sharper than intended. Lucson's eyebrow rose but he didn't comment. Just set the coffee down and left.
Grayson pulled up the financial trail Mason had found. Traced the money back through shell corporations and offshore accounts. The amounts were staggering. Someone with a lot of resources was funding Theron.
