“Go!” Rosalind yelled to the woman. “Get out of here.”

The woman flinched.

“The doors are open!” Caine’s voice boomed through the corridor. “You’re free to go!”

The woman scuttled past Rosalind.

When Rosalind turned back to the corridor, she gasped at the slew of prisoners pouring from their cells. Some sobbed, others growled. By their auras, she could see that some were witches and demons, but many were simply pedestrians.

Rosalind lowered her gun, tucking it into the back of her belt. We’ve won. She just needed to find Tammi. And why couldn’t she shake the feeling that something was wrong?

Ignoring the pit in her stomach, she followed Caine against the stream of fleeing prisoners.

Through the crowd, Aurora hurried toward them, her dress torn and bloodied. “Caine!” She threw her arms around him. “I knew you’d come for me.”

In the next moment, Tammi’s voice cut through the crowd. “Rosalind! Those fuckers tried to light me on fire!”

Rosalind’s throat tightened as she caught a glimpse of Tammi, her lips swollen and cheeks bruised. One of her eyes had swelled shut.

Rosalind gently ran her fingers over her friend’s face. “Oh my gods, Tammi. What did they do to you?”

“Your fuckstick of an ex-boyfriend paid me a visit.”

Hot rage burned through Rosalind’s blood, and she had an overwhelming desire to hunt Josiah down and stake him again. “Do you know where he is now?”

Tammi shook her head. “I’d like to think one of the demons ate him, but I have no idea.”

In the corridor, the crowd was thinning out, and Caine turned to them. “I have to find Miranda and Malphus. I can handle this on my own. The three of you should get out of the building. Wait for Miranda out there if I need to send her to you.”

Rosalind shook her head, marshaling her resolve. She was the whole reason Miranda was in here, and she planned to get her sister out. “I’m staying with you.”

“Who the hell is Miranda?” Tammi asked.

“My twin—” Rosalind stopped herself. There wasn’t any time to get into this now. “Just go outside, and if you see someone who looks like me, that’s Miranda.”

“I’m taking Tammi to safety,” Aurora said, grabbing Tammi by the arm. “With a bit of my blood, she’ll be right as rain.”

Apart from a few other stragglers, who limped on injured legs, the corridor was nearly empty. At least Tammi and Aurora were safe, but Miranda’s absence was a bad sign.

Rosalind raised her gun as they walked quickly through the hall, checking one empty cell after another. If Miranda was a high security risk, maybe she wasn’t even in here anymore.

As she looked into a dimly lit cell, she heard Caine’s footsteps pause.

“Rosalind.”

His tone made her stomach drop, and she turned, tentatively approaching across the corridor. Inside a cell, a man lay chained to a post. A hawthorn stake protruded from his shoulder, and his blond hair hung in his face. Deep bruises and gashes covered his body. Malphas.