“It’s not like I don’t know how to defend myself. I have grace and those angel blades.” I struggled not to get too angry since I knew his refusal to hear this out was coming from a place of love and fear. “I could easily be tagged with a tracer or something, and you can follow me to where he is—”

“And what if something goes wrong? The tracer doesn’t work or they find it on you?” he shot back. With his hands still on the sides of the bar stool, he lowered his head so we were almost eye level. “What if I don’t get to you in time?”

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Just a reminder—he needs me alive.”

“And just a reminder, he can hurt you. Bad. He could hurt our—” He cut himself off with a sharp breath. “Death isn’t the only thing we have to worry about.”

But he didn’t need to finish what he was going to say, because I knew what he was thinking of. Our child. Our possible child. My stomach dipped sharply. I hadn’t even thought of that.

Which was yet another indication that child-rearing was not going to be something I excelled at.

Like at all.

God, I didn’t even know if I wanted a child, sooner or later. I didn’t even know if Zayne was really okay with the possibility of one or he was just being a good...fallen angel, but I didn’t want to hurt...it until I knew.

Referring to a child as “it” was probably another good indication that I should not even be considering a child.

“He’s right,” Dez chimed in with that voice—that too-gentle one. My back stiffened, and I immediately regretted going to Dez about the whole baby thing, because I now recognized that voice. “It’s too dangerous, Trinity.”

I opened my mouth, but snapped it shut as my stomach decided to take another dip all the way to the floor. Was Dez weighing in because he’d discovered something? Panic blossomed in my chest, but I shut that down before it could take root. Even if Trueborns could reproduce, that didn’t mean I was automatically pregnant after having unprotected sex one time. My reproductive system wasn’t a bad Sex Ed video. I needed to calm down.

Because pregnant or not, I still had a duty, a dangerous one, and Zayne needed to understand that.

“I know what the risks are. All of them.” I placed my hands over his. “And you know what the risks are if we fail. Even if we managed to disrupt the ley lines, we still have to deal with Gabriel. He has to be stopped, because he won’t. He’ll keep killing and he’ll keep plotting. You know that.”

His jaw hardened. “I do.”

“We just need to be careful.”