Her lips thinned as she passed a nervous glance at Roth.

“Layla,” he whispered. “She was hurt.”

Now Faye looked like she was about to choke. “We would never do anything that would put Lilith’s daughter in harm’s way. Never. That wasn’t our intention.”

“Intentions mean nothing at the end of the day. I mean, you could set a bush on fire and never intend for it to spread to the apartment complex next door, but when it does, it’s still your fault.” I opened my hands in my lap. “What were your intentions? What did they offer you for this information?”

She gave a quick shake of her head and glanced around the dining area and then back to us. “If we didn’t tell them, they would’ve slaughtered everyone here.”

“What made you think we wouldn’t do that once we found out?” Roth queried.

Faye’s lips parted.

“I’m thinking she didn’t believe we’d survive,” I told him, nodding when she mashed her lips together. I thought about what Roth had told me in the car, about how much of a big, bad demon he was. Something occurred to me. “They risked ticking you off instead of Aym and Senator Fisher, and—” I turned to Faye “—there’s no way in Hell you didn’t think for one second that if Roth was involved, Layla wouldn’t be. So, not only were you hedging your bets on the other side, you don’t seem to have cared about the fact that Layla is the daughter of Lilith.”

“That’s true,” Roth agreed. “And that does not make me happy.”

“Now, Aym was really annoying and talkative, but he wasn’t that scary.” The last part wasn’t exactly true. Aym wasn’t some low level demon. He’d almost killed Zayne.

Following where I was going with this, Roth chimed in. “And while Bael’s presence might impress the...impressionable—” he said, and two pink splotches appeared in the center of Faye’s cheeks “—he ain’t me.”

“Who were you really working with?” I asked, becoming aware of the silence surrounding us. “Who could make you and your coven stupid enough to cross us?”

“We only spoke to the senator, like I said—”

“And you said you didn’t know why he wanted the enchantment that turned innocent humans into cannon fodder,” I interrupted, heart pounding. “But I don’t believe you. Did you know Misha?”

Her upper lip curled. “I have no idea who that is, and you might want to think before speaking to me like that again, human. I could curse your entire bloodline with a few words.”

I almost laughed. Almost. “Misha was a Warden who was working with Aym and Bael.”

“Okay? So?” She lifted a shoulder and focused on Roth. “We don’t deal with Wardens. Ever.”