Christian's frost patterns shifted immediately into defensive configurations. "How many?"
"Just two vehicles. Four occupants." Dominic's expression suggested he'd prefer if the number were zero. "They've got credentials. Legitimate ones, according to Eddie's preliminary scan."
"Supernatural Division," Christian guessed, frost gathering around his fingertips. "They were bound to notice the massive surge of corrupted energy."
"Perfect timing, as always," Daisy sighed, straightening her shoulders and trying to look less like someone who'd spent the day sorting through apocalyptic debris. "Let them through. But Dominic—"
"No threatening federal agents unless absolutely necessary," he finished for her, looking disappointed. "I remember the protocol."
"And no creative interpretations of 'ab
