That's when they found the first body.
Angel, her neck snapped, crack, just like his, her body lying in the ravine behind where we'd camped.
Then the second, found much quicker. I knew they'd been tracking us.
Fang, eyes open and staring, lying on the floor my shattered bedroom at the E-house.
The third: Nudge, facedown, her wings streaked with blood, feathers missing, dumped in an alleyway.
Iggy heard the news, and rushed back to our hotel room with it.
They found him neatly tucked up in bed, crisp white sheets tucked up to his chin, eyes closed and peaceful.