I’d seen Gideon briefly the night we’d returned here from the senator’s house, but we’d never been officially introduced. I did know that he was the Wardens’ resident tech and security specialist. Apparently he was also a scholar of sorts, because Zayne and Nicolai were staring at Gideon as if he’d admitted to collecting creepy porcelain dolls.

“What?” Gideon demanded, lifting the thicker end of the spike with a set of kitchen tongs. “I don’t know every language in the world.”

“That’s a shocker,” Zayne replied dryly. “I thought you knew everything.”

“Well, this will be one for the record books.” Gideon shook his head as he stared at the spike. “It seems similar to ancient Aramaic, but it’s not the same.”

My brows lifted. Ancient Aramaic? That was from one of the earliest known periods of written language and wasn’t something one heard referenced often.

Nicolai, who was the youngest clan leader I’d ever heard about, dragged his thumb over the growth of russet-colored hair at his chin. For the first time since we’d showed up, he looked at me. Unlike the other Wardens, there was no suspicion in his gaze, but there was a wariness.

“I’m assuming you haven’t seen a weapon like this?” Nicolai asked.

I shook my head. “Never.”

He refocused on Gideon, finger still at his chin. “You think you can figure out what it says and where it possibly came from?”

Gideon nodded his dark head as he placed the spike back on the white cloth. “Might take a couple of days, but I should be able to.”

“Good.” Nicolai dropped his hand and crossed his arms. “Because I would sure like to know what kind of metal glows.”

“Same,” Zayne murmured. He cleared his throat. “I’m thinking Morgan was killed elsewhere and then transported to the church to be displayed. Just like Greene.”

“None of the people on the streets saw what happened.” I chimed in with useful information instead of being about as helpful as a houseplant. “I asked a few who were standing around, and they said he appeared on the church in the blink of an eye.”

Gideon was staring at me curiously, probably wondering why I’d been out there on the streets alongside Zayne. Since he had no idea what I was, I wasn’t surprised by his interest.

“No demon is that fast,” Nicolai said. “Not even the most powerful Upper Level demons. Not even Roth.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince of Hell, I stiffened. God, for the last hour or so, I had actually forgotten about what Roth and I had done. Man, that now felt like a week ago, but how terrible did that make me? Weight settled on my shoulders.