Terror vibrated in her skull, and she tried to rip her arms from their ties as Loring strode from the room.

Tammi. Where was Tammi right now? Rosalind’s pulse raced. She needed to get out of here and search the other interrogation rooms—but even if she could get out of here, there was no way to unlock the secure rooms without the retina scan.

As she tugged the ropes, her chair legs banged against the floor. Caine remained still, his black eyes cold as glaciers, devoid of humanity. He must have flipped some kind of switch.

“Caine,” she said. “I need to find a way—”

The door opened, and Josiah stepped into the light, his brown eyes boring into Rosalind.

“Hello, my darling,” he said, voice seething with anger.

“Josiah. You don’t want to do this.”

He crossed the room, reaching out to stroke her hair, eyes glistening. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve been so looking forward to this.”

“Why? You know what happened to me. I was turned into a witch against my will.”

His nostrils flared. “Fine, but then you opened your legs for the incubus and declared war on humanity.”

“I haven’t declared war on anyone.”

“You’re either with us or against us. You know that.” He straightened, staring down at her. “When I was five, I hid in a closet and watched as demons ripped into my parents’ necks, drank them dry. They did things to my mother that no child should have known about. Your lover here not only lives among them, but he acts as their leader.” Josiah’s eyes burned with fervid intensity. “To see you lusting after this beast set a fire blazing inside me that can never be extinguished. I want you to feel my pain. I want this monster to feel my pain when he watches me hurt you.”

Caine’s growl reverberated through the room, his demonic eyes dark as voids.

“Tammi didn’t do anything wrong,” Rosalind said, in desperation.

Instead of responding, Josiah shoved her shoulders so hard that the chair tipped back. As it slammed against the floor, she gasped in pain. The full weight of her body landed on her hands, bound behind her back. She struggled to catch her breath.

“Did that hurt? I see you’re injured.” He knelt down, pulling a knife from his pants, before cutting through the front of her shirt.

Revulsion spread through her. She couldn’t believe she’d ever cared for this maniac. She should have let Caine kill him when they had the chance. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at the damage to your corrupted body.” He studied her gunshot wound before pressing down on it with one of his thumbs.

Agony lanced her ribs. Caine had sealed up some of the wound, but fragments of her broken ribs still pierced her lungs.

“That must hurt a lot,” Josiah said. “Your demon lover didn’t get to finish healing it. He won’t be able to heal your broken corpse when I’m done with it, either.”