"The threat has been eliminated," Hannah reported to Ziva.
"Good." Ziva didn't look up, her attention fixed instead on their youngest sister, Enya.
A dead rat lay on the table before them, and Ziva was coaxing Enya to bring it back to life.
After the disaster with Bree, their father had stopped experimenting with his own kind and had turned to witches — and demons.
Enya was the last of them, at least that they knew of for now. Not even the growing crisis in the village or the looming threat of discovery could dampen Angus's appetite for reproduction. For all they knew, he could appear tomorrow with another sister they'd be expected to raise and groom for him.
