his attention to the body before him.
What the fuck was going on here? Was this pathetic
human Lokan’s murderer? How was that even pos-
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sible? How had a mere human skinned a soul reaper
and cut him to pieces?
He hadn’t.
That was the only possible answer.
“There’s something here that we’re missing.”
There had to be.
He reached for the pendant hanging around Joe’s
neck and pulled on the chain so he could get a better
look at the design. An ankh with wings and horns.
He flipped it over. Familiar hieroglyphs. Just like the
ones he’d seen before on the girl’s pendant.
He inhaled sharply, not liking what he saw.
“Definitely looks like the symbol of the Daughters
of Aset,” Alastor murmured, grimacing and pressing
the flat of his hand to his chest as he hunkered down
to get a better look.
“Only they don’t wear it on a necklace. They cut it
into their flesh in a ritual of self-discovery and control.”
Alastor sent him a measured look. “Thought you
didn’t know much about them.”
“That isn’t much given the amount of time I’ve
spent trying to research them. They’re divided into
three essential lineages. Keeper, Guide and Adaptive.”
“And?”
Dagan huffed a short laugh. “That’s all I know.
