She glanced at Caine who murmured, his body luminescent.

Bound by Caine’s magic, the vampires lurched, bodies contorting in pain. The horrifying crunch of vampire bone echoed through the room. She released a breath. As long as he was chanting, he had the vampires under control.

She cut a glance to Bileth, and terror crawled up her spine. His dark, wide eyes were fixed on her, and he ripped the poker from his ribs. She needed to get out of here now.

Leaping onto the tables, she crashed through champagne flutes of blood in a frantic rush to the door. “Caine! Let’s go.”

His eyes met hers, and he broke his spell over the vamps.

Rosalind flew, bursting through the door, and Caine followed in a black blur.

Once outside, he flicked his wrist, and the door slammed shut. Enraged shouts reverberated through the walls as demons pounded on the door. Her heart leapt into her throat. Bileth was still in there, and it couldn’t be long until he tore through the rickety walls.

Caine glared at her. “Do you realize that you just impaled one of the most powerful demons in the world? There was a reason I didn’t slit his throat.”

The blood drained from her head. This “master your fear” thing wasn’t working out so well. Maybe she still needed to work on distinguishing bravery from flat-out stupidity.

This time, she wasn’t going to wait for Caine’s instruction to run.

She took off in a sprint over the pier, charging for the bike. Somehow, Caine was already there by the time she arrived, waiting for her on his bike.

She jumped on, gripping his waist. He revved his engine, peeling off into Salem’s narrow streets. His magical aura rippled over her skin. Dizzy, she watched her body disappear as the street sped by below them.

She tried to control the shaking in her hands so Caine wouldn’t notice. The way Bileth had controlled her mind made her sick. That was a demon’s true nature—the reason that Hunters had been fighting evil for centuries.

She clamped her eyes shut. Here she was, clinging to a demon as though he were any different.

Caine roared through Salem’s winding streets and up a dark hill—away from his apartment. Where exactly was he taking her? For all she knew, he could be dragging her to Nyxobas as punishment for assaulting Bileth. He could be sentencing her to the shadow hell.

Fear tightened her chest as they sped past tiny wooden houses on a tree-lined street. She still didn’t trust Caine, and the recent display of his power told her just what she’d be up against if she stopped being useful to him.

He pulled off the main road into a parking lot, slamming to a stop near the wooded edge of the pavement.

Rosalind shot a nervous look to the darkened pharmacy nearby. What the hell?

He stepped off his bike, and she followed, taking a tentative step away from him. They were completely alone.