Josiah looked into her eyes. “This is the part where I ask you questions.”

What had her plan been? The knife—gods help me. She’d dropped the knife.

Chapter 27

She glanced at Caine, but he wasn’t moving. He just stared at her, his eyes empty.

“He can’t save you, Rosalind.”

Josiah touched her cheek, and she flinched. He’s going to drown me again. He’s going to kill me. I’m going to die at the hands of a sadist.

She clamped her eyes shut, trying to get a grip. She needed to master her fear, to keep her wits intact so she could figure out how to get the hell out of here.

“Tell me about the Vampire Lord,” Josiah said.

Shit. She’d already divulged too much. “The Vampire Lord?” she repeated, stalling. Frigid water dripped down her chest. Her teeth chattered; her body shook.

Josiah gripped her sodden hair, yanking her head backward. “Start with his name.”

“I don’t know,” she stammered. She wasn’t telling this asshole anything until her mind broke completely. “I just heard everyone call him the Vampire Lord.”

“Where does he live?”

She gasped for breath, and her throat burned. “No one told me.”

Josiah slammed his fist into her face. Pain burst through her cheek, searing her skull.

She glanced at Caine, who watched her impassively. In fact, he seemed completely unperturbed by this whole thing. What the fuck, Caine?

The incubus obviously had no plan to help, and couldn’t get out of the chains, anyway.

Use what’s around you, Rosalind, her mind screamed. But she couldn’t get her hands on a single weapon. The only thing she could manipulate in the room, was—

Josiah.

Whatever it was he wanted, she could use it against him.

He yanked her hair tighter, nearly ripping it out by the roots. “Does the Vampire Lord have an army?”

“He didn’t tell me,” she said, staring in to his blazing eyes. She wasn’t about to tell him that the General of Ambrose’s army sat just a few feet away, staring at the two of them.

Josiah’s breath was hot on her cheeks. “I know he has an army. And I want to know everything about it. How many are there? What are their plans? You will tell me every single thing you know,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It’s hard to think when you’re hurting me,” she said—stalling, again.

He tightened his other hand around her waist. “I want you to know that I will never let you out of my sight again. You’re mine, Rosalind.”

Fuck this guy. What he wanted was glaringly obvious: he wanted complete control over her, and he wanted to hurt her in the most brutal ways possible.

But what else did she know about him? He had an intense curiosity for all things demonic. He tended to underestimate her strength and her ability to look after herself. On top of that, he had a serious rage problem. These were all things she could use against him.