DANIEL.

River, brows furrowed. He crouched down beside one of the corpses. He grabbed the man’s chin, forcing his mouth open. Then, his expression darkened as he caught sight of something inside.

“Shit,” he muttered. He reached into the captive’s mouth, tilting his jaw to get a better look.

“What is it?” Liam asked impatiently.

River exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He leaned back and flicked his gaze to the rest of us, his expression grim. He motioned toward the captive’s tongue. Nausea crawled in my gut when I realized that there was some odd symbol attached on their mouth—as if it was burned there: a star inside a cicrle....