Well, this was one place that wasn’t environmentally conscious. I added that to my list of reasons for not feeling bad if I had to take them all out.

As I followed Roth, a part of me acknowledged that I wasn’t terrified about what might happen. All I could feel was anger—anger over what the coven had taken part in, what Misha had done and what that meant for Zayne and I, and anger at Roth for this damn situation.

And my grace.

It buzzed through my veins, causing my fingers and lips to tingle. Which was weird, because not once while I’d battled the zombies had I felt it fighting to get out, to be used. Was that because I hadn’t been in jeopardy then, but it somehow sensed that I was now?

I had no idea.

Ahead, I saw the shape of a woman rising from a booth, and even though her features were blurry, I knew it to be Faye.

“Sit,” Roth commanded. “We need to have another little chat.”

Faye’s blunt-cut dark hair swung around her chin as her head whipped from the demon to me. Her hand flew to her arm, fingers curling tight around a dark shadow.

Roth’s lip curled in a snarl, and I realized that somehow the witch had stopped Bambi from coming off her skin like the familiar had done the last time we’d been here.

And that made for a very unhappy demon prince. Roth’s eyes flashed a bright, intense red before mellowing to a cool amber.

Faye’s expression leveled as she slowly sat back down. “To what do I owe the honor of this unexpected visit?”

“Honor?” Roth’s laugh was like silk wrapped in darkness as he sat across from her and scooted over to make room for me. “You seem surprised to see us.”

I sat, keeping my hands in my lap as I looked at Faye, really looked at her, in a way I hadn’t the last time.

She was young, maybe in her midtwenties, and she looked like a normal woman one could pass any day on the street. She was mostly human, with the exception of demonic blood courtesy of someone in her family having hooked up with a demon in generations past. That was what gave witches their abilities and enabled her to have Bambi as a familiar. These witches were nothing like the humans who called themselves Wiccans. Not that there was anything wrong with Wiccans. They just didn’t have the same kind of power that born witches had.

“Of course I’m surprised,” Faye said. “It’s not like I knew you two were coming, and we’re very busy right now. As I told you before, we are leaving very soon. The whole coven.”