Victor’s jaw tightened. His instinct was immediate—distance. Dismissal. Protection of boundaries.
Security had already stepped forward.
“Sir, we’ll handle—”
He raised a hand.
They stopped.
His gaze returned to the girl.
That’s when he saw it.
A faint mark, just beneath her jawline. Pale. Curved. Almost hidden by the collar of her jacket.
A crescent.
His breath caught.