Rosalind sat across from her. “Abduxiel mansion. And, apparently, we’re welcome here as long as we’re in good standing with the night demons. It’s kind of like a sanctuary for Nyxobas’s allies.”

Tammi sipped her coffee. “I wouldn’t mind if a gorgeous vamp or two came in. I’ve read through half the library by now, and it’s full of epic poems about hellhounds and angels of death. Not really my thing.”

“I’ll ask Orcus if he can find us some billionaire romances.”

Tammi crossed her legs. “Speaking of romances—what’s the deal with you and Caine?”

“The deal is that he’s an incubus who flirts with everyone. Oh, and I nearly tortured his brother to death. We’re not really well-suited.”

“After Josiah, I’m not sure you can be trusted to choose your own boyfriends.”

Rosalind flinched. “You have a point.”

Josiah, for all his idiocy, had managed to lure her into trusting him. And what he’d done to Miranda had been even worse.

Though Orcus had forbidden it, Rosalind had been sneaking out during the day to search Cambridge’s streets for her sister. She’d been desperate to feel that briny aura tingling over her skin, but she hadn’t sensed the slightest glimmer. Then again, if Miranda was still wearing the iron ring, Rosalind wouldn’t be able to sense her at all.

Footsteps echoed through the room, and Rosalind turned to see Orcus, his head covered by a hood. “Rosalind. There is someone here to see you.”

Her pulse began to race, and she stood. Miranda?

Rosalind rushed through the door into the main hall, hurried over the marble floor, and pulled open the oak entrance. A tall figure lingered in the doorway, and the rosy sunset cast him in silhouette. Caine. Her breathing quickened.

“Rosalind. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

He took her hand, his touch sending shivers over her skin, and led her out into the fresh spring air. The sunset hung hot in the sky like a ripe peach, bathing his skin in a tawny light. Around the gravestones, violet bluebells and broken acorns blanketed the grass.

Caine stopped by a towering oak, turning to look at her. “Ambrose has sent his men out to search for Miranda. Nothing to report so far.”

“I’ve been looking for her too,” Rosalind said.

“You’re supposed to stay here. The Brotherhood want to murder you.”

“You can’t stop me from looking for her, just like I could never stop you from going after Malphus.”

“Except that I could stop you.” A muscle worked in his jaw. “Fine. I see your point.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a brother in there?”

He peered down at her, and the ruddy light stained his gray eyes a coral color. “If Josiah had known Malphus was my brother, Malphus wouldn’t be alive right now. I’m not going to give up my secrets without a very good reason.”

The lack of trust stung, but she couldn’t blame him. After all, she had helped Josiah break him. “Miranda told me Malphus used to give me flowers. Is that true?”