I might not have come here wanting to kill a witch, but I was going to do it. The moment I showed her what I was, she was a liability—an irritating one. She’d betrayed us before, and once she knew what I was, she would most definitely use that information to her advantage.

Maybe I’d feel bad about this later. Maybe guilt would fester and rot inside me, because surely there could be a nonviolent way of handling this.

But at the moment...I didn’t care.

I let my grace flow to the surface of my skin. The corners of my vision turned a golden white. “Because I’m the Trueborn that was promised to you.”

Faye choked on her water, her eyes bulging as she jerked back against the booth. The glass slipped from her fingers and cracked off the table and, I guessed with the help of Roth, toppled toward the witch. Water splashed and spilled into her lap, but she didn’t seem to notice as she stared at me.

“Yeah.” I let my admission sink in before I pulled the grace back. Tucking it away was harder than it should’ve been. “Not ever going to happen.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“Pretty much.” I rested my elbows on the table and plopped my chin into my hands. “You didn’t just betray Roth, the Crown Prince of Hell. You also betrayed me, and because of that, someone very important to me was gravely injured. Because of that, I had to—” I cut myself off, knowing that what had happened with Misha would’ve happened with or without the coven’s interference. “You screwed up. Big time.”

“You’re afraid of her.” Roth’s voice was soft.

“Terrified,” the witch admitted.

Probably made me a bad Trueborn, but the corners of my lips curved up.

Faye’s gaze darted to the side, and then her lips parted as if she was about to speak.

“Don’t even think it,” Roth warned.

I glanced at him, brows raised.

“She was about to cast a spell,” Roth replied. “Weren’t you? Probably something lame that she thinks will paralyze us or make us squawk like chickens. What she’s forgetting is that her spells won’t work on me, and they sure as Hell won’t work on a being rocking angel blood.”

Her lips thinned as her chest rose and fell. A long moment passed. “There are over twenty witches in here, each of them powerful in their own right. Spells aren’t our only weapons.”

“Is that a threat?” Roth queried.

“If it is, you’re out of your damn mind,” I said. “Maybe you are. So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to release Bambi and Roth from the deal he made with you.”