The Blackwood family estate in Boston looked exactly as Luna remembered it from her childhood—a stately colonial mansion with ivy-covered walls and windows that reflected the afternoon sun like watchful eyes. But as she stood at the wrought-iron gates, her transformed senses picked up details that her human perception had never noticed.
Silver threading through the metalwork of the fence, barely visible unless you knew what to look for. Symbols carved into the foundation stones that spoke of warding and protection. The faint scent of herbs that had been burned in rituals designed to mask supernatural signatures.
"This isn't just a family home," Luna murmured to Victor, who stood beside her in the shadow of ancient oak trees. "It's a fortress."
Victor's vampire senses were cataloging def
