The mansion changed drastically in a single night. Before, there was a sense of both careful watching and normal life, but now there was only worry, more men were on guard, patrols went around the grounds without stopping, and vehicles moved in and out with military accuracy. New people showed up every day, tough soldiers who gave Dante a quick salute of respect before blending into the property's defenses.
From her porch, Isla kept track of them. Lines of men searched the outside area, and the shine of guns caught the light. What once felt like a fancy jail was now a strong building, getting ready for a fight. She could feel it in the walls, and in the quick steps that echoed in the hallways made of marble.
Dante had told everyone to do it himself. She heard his orders late at night, his voice quiet but strong through the office door as he told them where to put snipers, armored vehicles, and new ways to get supplies. Every order was given like a knife held up to the danger.
