Stretching his neck forward, Jake looked into the washbasin, into the pink water. The woman started crying again, her slim body shaking as she scrubbed the clothes with more force, blood seeping from the material. What? Jake flinched. She was scrubbing a black shirt. He could barely make out some kind of picture or logo within the wrinkles. Wait. Was that a Rush concert T-shirt? Jake looked down at his own chest, at the same logo. He sprang to his feet, whipping the shotgun up. Too late The woman was on him, thumbs digging into his temples, long fingers curling around his head. Faces inches apart, red glowing eyes stared into Jake's, holding him powerless within the intensity of her gaze. A violent wind erupted around them, pulling at the strands of her silver hair, whipping her dress around both their legs. Jake and Cael are on the trail of a demon where a rash of suspicious deaths has broken out. When one brother is affected, can the other take out the source before it's too late?