As soon as Matt Walker had held up the tracking device for her to see, Abigail knew she was in trouble. She recognized it. The device came from the Church officials that hunted after her.

Matt felt unsure where he needed to head when he burst out of his church and into the back alleyway behind it. The only thing he knew? He needed to get away from the Indian woman who’d come after him.

As soon as Matt Walker stepped inside his quiet little church in the center of Phnom Penh, something felt terribly wrong. The lights remained off, just as he expected, but he could feel the presence of someone else hiding in the room.

Haatim felt considerably more refreshed when he woke up the next morning. This time, he’d dressed and stood ready to go before Savin managed to come up to his room. Instead, he met him downstairs in the lobby.

Life can turn on a dime. One minute, everything seems as normal as can be, and the next, it all changes. Today had begun in a mundane enough way for expat, Matt Walker.

He awoke to banging on his hotel door. Groggy, Haatim sat up and rubbed his eyes. What time was it? It proved impossible to tell because his body felt completely out of sync. Not yet that awake, he staggered across the room to the door and threw it open.

The drive back to the Reinfer estate felt as if it took no time at all. Dominick, absorbed in his thoughts, tried to come to terms with what Mitchell had told him, and so barely even noticed the scenery flitting past.

Haatim had thought the flight to the Vatican long and uncomfortable, but the series of flights to get him from Rome to Phnom Penh in Cambodia proved far worse. He felt like he had passed through the ringer with this trip.

The demon had seemed far less intimidating while chained up and he could take the luxury of just looking at it. Scary, yeah, but not that threatening. Haatim had almost forgotten what they were capable of while it stayed pacified, focusing only on what he could do to it and not the other way around.