ALARIC POV
Pablo usually had everything, always three steps ahead, always prepared, always with a backup plan stacked on top of another backup plan—but this time, when I had looked at him and asked what we needed to walk into that place without getting flagged, without getting killed before even crossing the threshold, he hadn’t answered immediately.
He hesitated. And that alone told me how deep this s**t ran.
I didn't like that.
Not even a little.
“We need stronger masking,” he said finally, fingers already moving, pulling up something I didn’t recognize, encrypted channels layered over other encrypted channels. “Not the kind we use to go between humans without dragging on us unwanted attention. This level of operation? They’ll have scanners, probably layered magic, maybe even blo
