Ivan sank to his knees with his back against the wall, unbuttoning his holster and drawing out his sawed-off shotgun. As much as Gabriel tried to be reassuring, he was dizzy with uncertainty. Monsters... that was a new one. What kind of monsters? Of all the horrors he'd had to face escaping Russia, living on the streets, watching his father shoot his sick mother... monsters is one he'd never even imagined he'd face.