Roth didn’t answer immediately. An eternity seemed to stretch out between us. “I don’t think you will, so why ask the question?”

I’d been wrong about that breath I took. It did go somewhere. Air swelled in my chest. Pressure clamped down as my grace pulsed like a hot flash. My thoughts raced as I tried to come to terms with the crystal clear fact that...I wanted to take out the coven.

I wanted to make them pay.

I wasn’t even all that furious with Roth for making the request. Sure, I was ticked off. The bastard was using my need for revenge to do his dirty work, but I also understood his deadly desire and that understanding dampened my outrage.

I started to reach for my phone, tucked away in the pocket of my jeans, then stopped, wondering who I was going to call. Zayne? Yes. That was who I was reaching for, and wasn’t that bizarre? It had to be the bond, because I rarely thought to ask anyone for advice. I kind of just did whatever without talking to anyone. Not Jada. Not even Misha before...well, before everything had gone to crap with him. What would Zayne say? I doubted he’d sign off on this.

Knowing him, he’d come up with a less deadly alternative.

I opened my eyes and looked at Roth. He was watching me in a curious way, as if waiting to see what I’d say even though he’d already claimed I wouldn’t refuse. “What if I can make Faye release Bambi without killing her?”

One side of his lips curled up in a secretive half grin. “Well, why don’t we see how you might accomplish that?”

“How are things going with you and Stony?”

I cut Roth a sharp look as we walked down the rather ordinary hallway of the thirteenth floor of the hotel where Faye’s coven regularly hung out. “I’m not talking about Zayne.”

“Why not?”

Straightening the sunglasses perched on my head, I said, “The list of the reasons would be longer than the time it would take for us to walk the length of this hall.”

“Give me the CliffsNotes version.”

“The number one reason is that I’m not talking about Zayne with you,” I stated.

“Because I’m the Crown Prince of Hell?” He slid me a knowing look.

“No.” I stopped. “Because you’re the boyfriend of the girl he loves, and talking about anything personal that deals with him seems wrong.”

“Hmm.” Roth halted. “Loves? Or is it loved?”

I met his amber gaze. “Aren’t you the one who not too long ago told me that he was still in love with her? That he would step over me to save her?”

“But he didn’t, did he?”

My head jerked back. “What?”