“You know, I was thinking that myself. It was the others who explained that once I had my Glory, I could stay. Protect Heaven. Or return to Earth when the time was right to aid you. Your father stood back and said nothing while they sort of pitched their side, but it wasn’t even a choice. I told them that I wanted to return to you and that would be the only way I would help fight Gabriel or protect Heaven.”

“You negotiated with angels before you were given your Glory and reborn?” I asked, a little dumbfounded.

“I did.”

“Surprised they didn’t just kick you out and send you way downtown at that point,” Cayman said.

I nodded. “Agreed.”

Zayne seemed generally unaffected by the shock both Cayman and I were feeling. “I knew I would find my way back to you, one way or the other. They needed me more than I needed them.”

“You are...” At a loss for words, I shook my head.

“Amazing?” he suggested, eyes glimmering.

“And so humble.” That earned me another laugh, and each of his laughs had a healing quality to it. One less ache became apparent. “How bad was it? Being reborn and getting your Glory back?”

“It was nothing.” He looked away then.

“Liar,” I said. “It hurt. Didn’t it?”

“Kind of a silly question.” Cayman shook a few animal crackers into his palm. “Besides the fact he had to get outfitted with superspecial wings, he got pumped full of grace. I doubt it felt like a massage.”

I shot him a look, and Cayman responded by tossing the handful of crackers into his mouth. “I need to know,” I told Zayne. “I need to know what you went through.”

His gaze coasted over my face. “Do you?”

“You would need to know if our situation was reversed.”

His chest rose with a deep breath, and I knew then he realized I was right. “It was like being on fire. Not just my skin, but my veins, my bones—every part of me. I thought I was dying all over again, and when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, that was when my wings changed. It felt like my skin was being carved open and new bone was being grown. It wasn’t exactly a quick process.”

“God.” I tipped over, plopping my forehead on his shoulder. “I’m—”

“Do not say you’re sorry. You have nothing to apologize for.” He cupped the back of my head. “I survived it. I’m here. I’d go through that a thousand times if necessary.”

“You guys are too cute,” Cayman commented. “I think I’m getting a toothache from all the sweetness.”

“Shut up.” I lifted my head.

Zayne’s hand slid to the nape of my neck as his gaze flicked over my shoulder. “You’re more than welcome to leave.”

“Hell, no. This is better than watching old episodes of The Bachelor.”