Azazel grinned as he sauntered down the middle of the cafeteria. The horrified haze in the students’ eyes vanished, instantly replaced by lust in his presence. They dove for him, desperate to get their hands on him. My stomach rolled. Some of them were children. Azazel laughed and wiggled his fingers over their heads—and the students turned on each other again.

NO.

“Stop,” Tennessee’s voice thundered through the hall. “Azazel.”

Azazel’s smile turned absolutely wicked. “My, my, Little Michael . . . Just what I wanted.”

“Come and get me then.” Tenn held his arms out to the side.

The second Azazel took a step toward Tenn, I spotted Tegan creeping in the shadows behind the Angel of Sin. She flicked her wrists left and right. With each one a dozen students vanished. She crept across the room in Azazel’s wake. I had no idea where she was sending the students, but I was relieved they were gone. Our Coven-mates were fighting the Unseelie. Swords and daggers clanged as they parried. Magic sparkled but it was all too much to see at once.

And I was too far away.

They needed me.

Two firm hands gripped my arms, yanking them back behind my body. I had no strength to fight it. A cool breeze swept over my back, sending long navy-blue strands of hair into my line of view. I gasped.

A deep chuckle rumbled in my ear as his hot breath swept across my cheek. “Recognize me by my hair, do you? I must have made an impression on you, witchling.”

My pulse quickened. The Unseelie Prince had me in his grip, and I had nothing left inside me to fight him. Stupid, Frankie. STUPID. Even still, I thrashed in his hold to try and break free. Tears stung my eyes.

“Don’t worry, witchling. I’m not going to kill you,” he all but purred in my ear. “After all, it’s not fun if he can’t watch.”

A strangled cry left my lips.

“What is he to you, anyways?” He wrapped one arm around my body and gripped my throat in one hand. His long fingers dug into my jaw, forcing me to look right at Everest. “Or perhaps it’s what are you to him? Which one of you will suffer more if the other dies? Hmm? Sweyn wants dear Everest to watch her kill you, but I wonder . . . perhaps it would be more fun to make you watch him die?”

Tears pooled on my lashes. I thrashed but it was no use. I was too weak and he was too strong.

“Go ahead, call for him,” the Prince whispered against my ear. “Let him hear you beg for him.”

I slammed my mouth shut and shook my head.

His fingers dug into my throat. “Scream for him, witchling,” he growled.