Logan's POV

The dining room feels too quiet this morning, sunlight streaming through windows that overlook territory we've expanded by conquest. Moira picks at her eggs while Lucas tears into bacon like he's still fighting yesterday's war.

"Any luck finding an exorcist?" Moira asks, setting down her fork.

I shake my head. "Tyler's contacted every supernatural resource we have. Most won't even discuss demonic possession over the phone." My coffee ...