“Knew it.” He ran a hand over his head, dragging his hair back from his face. “I remember dying. Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Cayman asked around a mouthful of crackers.

He nodded. “I remember being under the school, in that cavern, and knowing I was dying and being...scared out of my mind for you—for what would happen once I was gone. I could feel your pain, and all I wanted was to make sure you knew it would be okay.”

God.

It took everything in me not to launch myself at Zayne again.

“And then there was a loud snapping sound, almost like thunder, and this flash of intense light. Never seen something so bright before.” A far-off look crept into his expression, but he didn’t take his gaze off me. Actually, he hadn’t for more than a few moments, and I wondered if it was because he was feeling the same as me. Like, deep down, he couldn’t believe we were here. Together. “The light receded pretty quickly, and when it did, I was in some kind of building.”

“A building? Instead of clouds?” I sighed. “I am so disappointed.”

A grin appeared. “I eventually saw clouds.”

I clasped my hands under my chin. “With angels resting on them?”

Cayman snorted.

Zayne laughed. “You’re going to be really disappointed, but just normal clouds in the sky.”

He was right, but I was still curious. “Heaven has a sky with clouds in it?” When he nodded, my nose wrinkled. “Are you sure you really were in Heaven?”

“I’m really curious as to what you think Heaven looks like,” Cayman admitted.

Before I could launch into my vivid and overly detailed description of cloud cities, Zayne cut in. “I was definitely in Heaven.”

I eyed him. “How can you be sure?”

“This is going to sound crazy, but it was how the air felt—like the perfect temperature. Not hot. Not cold. The right amount of humidity. It was how the place sounded, like a spring morning. It was the smell. The whole place smelled like...”

Wondering what Heaven smelled like to him, I leaned forward.

Zayne cleared his throat as his lashes lowered. “It smelled amazing,” he said, and I sat back, bummed he hadn’t shared. “And the building I was in was like a coliseum, and I’m pretty sure it was constructed of gold.”

“Like the whole thing?”

“Yep.”

“Damn,” Cayman murmured, shoving another handful of carb-rich goodness into his mouth. “God spares no expense.”

I wondered if a demon should learn any details about Heaven, but I figured if there was an issue, Zayne wouldn’t be talking so openly about it.

“I could see the clouds through the opening in the roof, by the way,” Zayne added. “If it makes you feel better, the sky was an incredible shade of blue and the clouds appeared fluffy.”

“Like your eyes,” I said. “The color of the sky, that is.”