"I'm sure of it," Sabrina says. Now that she's had time to really think on it, she recognizes some of the cool cruelty in the way Nick-- not Nick, Lucifer had been behaving. With the spell, with her own feelings of disease, she just knows.

Slowly, she admits, "I thought at first it was maybe wishful thinking, which-- how horrible, that I'd rather think the devil is inside of him than that his feelings have changed. I don't know if he'd admit it, or if--" She rubs at her forehead. "But the thing is, my-- he-- he can't comprehend mortals. I'm only half-mortal because it was for prophecy."

She turns her eyes to Rosie, grim and full of trepidation, sorrow. "He has Nick again, and I--"

Sabrina doesn't know how to finish that sentence.