Wraith knew because he could sense it. And because he’d used it twenty years ago when he’d come here in search of a statue of Isis. The fact that the island hosted a Harrowgate was bad enough, given that demons were after Serena, but worse, it had recently been activated. Something was very, very wrong. Whatever had come out of the Harrowgate was still here. In fact, Wraith could sense multiple evil presences. It wasn’t unusual for demons to be on the island—it was, after all, a hot spot for demon rituals. But not during the daytime, and certainly not in the number Wraith sensed. He and Serena had come by boat after checking into the hotel. He’d been annoyed, at first, by her insistence on a suite, but the extra room had given her the space she’d needed to feel comfortable, and anything that made her comfortable worked to his advantage. He’d done the medication thing while she showered, giving him a chance to head off the nausea that had taken hold right after they’d checked in.
