It took Rose several long moments to remember where she was. Lucifer's icy hands pulled her back to the bedroom, their sharp cold threatening to freeze the tears on her cheeks. Half of her heard his words. The other half sat open-mouthed, stunned, not yet free from the sorrowful fog.

She hadn't been prepared. The House had weakened everyone, and Rose had wrongly assumed that Lucifer was incapable of such torment. As he let go of her, the blonde's head fell to the side. It was then that she saw it, scrawled across the wall behind Lucifer's head:

BAD WOLF

Months prior, the Shifter had unearthed the repressed memory of those two words. Now, they were painted in her nightmare. Was Lucifer seeing this? Rose returned her eyes to the Devil's. The corner of her mouth twitched upward in morbid curiosity. He had rattled the bars that caged something horrid.

"...Yea," The girl's voice sounded hollow as she got herself to her knees. His imagery, her threat on the wall- either one could shatter Rose. Until John and Eric gave some kind of signal, though, she would keep saying yes.