“Roth is trying to convince the one thing that can go toe to toe with an archangel to get involved,” Cayman said, and even I could see that his eyes were glittering with glee. “Who would have no problem breaking any celestial rule. One who actually has a lot of experience in doing just that.”

Zayne didn’t speak for a moment. “Please tell me that what I’m thinking is wrong.”

The demon clapped his hands against his cheeks. “Depends on what you’re thinking.”

“There’s no way Roth is planning to get Lucifer topside. That would make no sense, right?” Zayne looked at me, and I shrunk as far as I could into the cushion. “Because wouldn’t that jump-start the biblical apocalypse and cause us to have even more problems to deal with?”

“Weeelll,” I repeated. “We’re sort of hoping that God will overlook his presence since we’re trying to save mankind and Heaven, and you know.”

“No. I do not know.” Zayne stared at me.

“What?” I threw up my hands. “We decided this when you were kind of dead.”

He blinked slowly.

“And even with you being a badass fallen angel and me being a badass Trueborn, we still need help,” I reasoned. “Look, Roth didn’t sound like he was going to be able to pull it off, anyway. So, we’ll probably have to find a different way.”

“I don’t know.” Cayman sat back, grinning. “Lucifer has one big bone to pick with Gabriel, and if he succeeds? Saves mankind and Heaven? What do you think that will do for his ego? He’ll never let it go. Pride is, after all, his favorite of all sins.”

I could think of a lot more fun sins, but whatever.

“Lucifer?” Zayne spoke his name like he’d never said it before. “What in the Hell are we supposed to do with him if he does come topside?”

“I don’t know, but he’s not staying with us,” Cayman said.

“He’s not staying with us.” I glared at him. “And you guys live in a huge mansion. You have room and you all are demons.” I paused. “Well, Layla is a half demon or whatever, but we are not demons and we live in an apartment.”

“A state isn’t enough room if you have to be sharing it with Lucifer.” Cayman rested his arm on the back of the couch. “Well, you’ll know if they’re successful. You’ll feel it.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

Cayman shrugged. “Lucifer loves to make an entrance.”

That...sounded concerning.