“Do what?” Miranda asked distractedly, wincing at the flashing lights.

“The scars and the beatings. Someone hurt you. I’m guessing it was Josiah.”

Miranda glanced at her arms, as if seeing the damage for the first time. “Oh. That. Mostly Josiah, and Randolph. They were in my room a lot.”

Rosalind felt sick. Where the fuck was Josiah anyway? She wanted to punch his face through the back of his head. “I didn’t know what Josiah was like.” She had a sudden desire to confess everything to Miranda, to try to explain herself. “I didn’t know that he was a psycho.”

Miranda squeezed her arm. “People aren’t always what they seem.”

They drew closer to Malphus’s cell, and Rosalind peered into the room. Cain kneeled over the other incubus, and at her approach he glanced up.

His face brightened when he caught sight of Miranda. “Thank the gods. You’re okay.”

“Rosalind came for me.” She pointed to Malphus. “Is he dead?” she asked sweetly.

Rosalind was starting to get the impression that Josiah had beaten some of the “normal human behavior” out of her sister, but Miranda would get better with time. She just needed to get out of this hellhole to recuperate.

“He’s alive,” Caine said. “I’m setting some of his broken bones before I move him. Go outside and wait for me. I’ll bring him upstairs in a few minutes.”

Rosalind gently pulled Miranda’s arm, and they continued down the corridor, passing one empty cell after another.

“One thing confuses me,” Rosalind said. “I still don’t understand how the Brotherhood got to me so fast. I told them where you were, but they were already waiting for me by the time I got back to my room. How did they know about us?”

Miranda shrugged, her large eyes gleaming. “Malphus told them, of course. After Randolph Loring hurt him.”

Rosalind’s blood roared in her ears. “You know him? Who is he?”

They reached the stairwell, and began climbing the stairs.

“It’s funny you don’t remember him from Maremount. He was Caine’s brother. I remember everything. I remember you. I braided your hair. And Malphus was the one who gave us bluebells and dandelions when our parents forgot our birthday. Malphus was the one who patched up your skinned knee with tree moss and barbery root. He was always good to us. I never knew he was a demon.”

Rosalind’s mouth went dry. The yellow and blue flowers, the person tending to her knee—it had been Malphus. She could hardly find her voice. “You remember much more than I do.”

At the top of the stairs, Miranda pushed open the door. “I remember too much. Sometimes I can’t quiet the voices in my mind.”

None of this would have happened if Rosalind had never followed Josiah into the interrogation room. Revulsion climbed up Rosalind’s throat. She’d been an instrument in her own downfall, and of the very people she should have protected. She’d told the Brotherhood where to find Miranda, and she was the reason they’d arrested Tammi and Aurora. On top of that, she’d tortured Malphus. When his spirit broke, her name must have rolled right off his tongue.