I glowered at Samael. The demon was always stealing my thunder.

“I don’t have anything to say,” Cassie said.

“That’s okay, Bob told us everything. We know you were the mastermind behind all of it. Right now, I’m more interested in your witch friend. It takes some serious black magic to kill a werewolf and make it look like a heart attack.”

Black magic and access to a grimoire, according to Selina.

“I can’t talk about her.”

“Oh,” I said softly. “You will.”

“I mean it. I can’t, okay? She spelled me.”

Well, that was inconvenient. Samael shot me a look and I frowned at him. Then the door opened, and Gloria walked in.

Of course. I slid a look up to the camera in the corner of the room. I doubted the Mage Council needed to see exactly how Samael interrogated his suspects. The camera’s red light flicked off and I glanced at Samael. He smiled at me.

“I was a practicing witch when your friend was a sparkle in her mother’s eye,” Gloria crooned to Cassie.

I scowled. What did that even mean? On the bright side, Cassie was trembling. It was probably small of me to enjoy her terror, especially when the expression on Gloria’s face told me she found it delicious. But Cassie had tried to kill me. Twice. It was game on.

Cassie stuck her chin out. “Do your worst,” she hissed.

“Oh, I will,” Gloria said. She took out herbs, candles, and most importantly, a very familiar grimoire. I stiffened, and Samael raised one eyebrow.

I slit my eyes at him. “Not only do you have a grimoire, but you’re sharing it with Gloria?”

“I knew you would eventually succumb to this method of communication, little witch. If only to berate me in private.

“I’m serious, Samael. What are you thinking?”

“Relax. Gloria is holding one of six grimoires that I own. She has used them before and always returned them to me.”

I gaped at him and a hot, very male look slid into his eyes. “Close your mouth, Danica. You’re giving me indecent thoughts.”

My mouth snapped shut and I barely refrained from letting out a low growl. He had six grimoires. Six. “We will talk about this later.”

“I look forward to it.”

Gloria cleared her throat. “If you two are quite finished, I am ready to proceed.”

I turned to face her. “How come you need the grimoire for this, but you didn’t need it for Cil?”

“The child is young and wanted to tell us what happened. This woman is stubborn and has been spelled to do everything but tell us what we want to know.”

Cassie began shaking. “Wait, please don’t do this.” She turned and faced me. “Don’t let her do this to me.”