"WE MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA WHO OR WHAT DID THIS."
Mason's words hung in the air like a death sentence. The normally stoic brother looked almost unsettled, which was saying something for a demon who fed on nightmares.
Grayson's hand tightened around Mailah's so abruptly she nearly winced. His expression went completely blank—the kind of blankness that meant something terrible was happening behind it.
"Show me," he said, his voice devoid of inflection.
Mason gestured toward the helicopter. "The nightmare extraction pattern—it's not just old. It's specific. There's a signature woven into the fear residue. A calling card."
Ravenson held up his tablet, displaying what looked like a thermal scan overlaid with swirling patterns of light and shadow. "Only three entities can bend metal like this. Cross-check that with the fear signature, and we're down to one."
"Who?" Lucson demanded, stepping closer.
