Josiah’s eyes bored into her. “Interesting. Apparently your new lover didn’t want to mention her.”

Caine’s voice was glacial. “I suggest you get out of here before I tear your spine out through your throat.”

Josiah’s nostrils flared. “You can threaten me all you want, but none of you will last long. The Brotherhood have been slaughtering demons like you for millennia, and we’re stronger than ever. The angels will glory in your demise when the smoke from your body reaches the heavens.” He glared at Rosalind, and the vein throbbed in his forehead. “I look forward to getting my hands on you in the interrogation room, and when Miranda burns, I hope to light the match.”

In a fraction of a second, Caine’s hands clamped around her Guardian’s neck, and Josiah’s eyes bulged.

“You will stay away from Rosalind and Miranda, or I’ll make you wish for death.” The wrath in Caine’s voice chilled Rosalind to the core. “Perhaps I should grant you that now.”

With a hammering heart, she watched as Caine tightened his grip around Josiah’s throat. Caine is going to murder him. For a moment, she almost wanted to watch the life seep out of her former Guardian. After all, Josiah would report all this information to the Brotherhood, feeding them her location, and Tammi’s too. It would bring the Brotherhood down on them like a plague of locusts.

But she couldn’t stand by and watch him die. She’d cared for him once, and he’d cared for her, too.

A horrible, garbled sound escaped his throat.

“Caine.” She grabbed his arm. “Please stop.”

Caine’s eyes met hers, and he loosened his grip. Josiah gasped for breath, stumbling back—right into Aurora. The vampire lifted him by his collar, baring her teeth before she yanked his cell phone from his pocket. She crushed it in her fist. “Run along, and we’ll let you live, for now. You’re a soldier, aren’t you? You should know when to retreat.” Growling, she hurled him out of the park, and he landed on the pavement with a loud thud.

Josiah slowly pushed himself up from the ground, shuffling over the pavement without sparing a glance. Even he knew there was no way to take on an incubus, a vamp, and an angry-ex girlfriend at the same time. As he slunk away, his shoulders slumped. She almost felt bad for him. At least, until she remembered what he’d said about looking forward to interrogating her and burning people.

Tammi’s face had gone pale. “So I guess a reconciliation with the Brotherhood is out of the question.”

Rosalind’s chest tightened. “Honestly, we’re screwed. I’m so sorry I got you into this, Tammi.”

“You’re not screwed,” Caine said. “As long as you’re willing to work with Ambrose, you’ll have his protection.”

Tears pricked Rosalind’s eyes. She’d just declared herself on the side of the demons. “I don’t know that I can do… whatever it is that he wants me to do. And what about Tammi?”