There's a certain amount of desperation and violence inherent in being forced to hide who—and what—you are. For Damien, Linnet, and Red this hits a little closer to home than usual. When an ancient enemy in the form of a multinational organization—the Útrýmir, or Exterminators—rears its head again, the three decide that they are the only ones who can stop it. They're wrong, of course, but that won't stop them from trying. At least they have a small advantage: one spits acid, one bites, and one throws fire.

And now my heart feels n o t h i n g , N o t h i n g at all.