The chamber was suffocatingly cold, thick with the stench blood and fresh pulverized stone.
Hide knelt on the jagged earth, his chest heaving as his True Sight cut through the darkness. He dragged himself closer to the collapsed archway, his trembling fingers reaching out toward the debris.
The rubble did not hide monsters.
Pinned beneath two massive, cracked slabs of concrete were the mangled remains of two young Exterminators. Their matte-black agency vests were shredded and soaked through with crimson, but the silver embroidered crest on their collars was unmistakable: the emblem of the Black Shield Agency.
Vanessa and Harry.
