The corners of my lips turned down. “I’m not high, and hey, at least I’m not calling to tell you that we’ve jump-started the biblical end times.”

“Yet,” he growled. “You’re not calling to tell me that yet.”

He kind of had a point there. “Look, we’re going to find him. I just wanted to give you all a heads-up in case you happen to run into a hopefully fully clothed Lucifer to not engage. Okay? So, I’ve got to go and find him now.”

“Trinity—”

“Got to go. Going to be very busy,” I rushed on. “Stay safe!” I hung up, barely resisting the urge to throw the phone across the room. Instead, I silenced it and placed it facedown on the counter before Nicolai could call back, because if I couldn’t see that he was calling me, then I could pretend that he wasn’t.

“That went well,” Roth commented.

I turned to him. “How long would it take for us to know if we jump-started the apocalypse?”

His brows rose as he scrunched his hand through his hair. “Hard to say. I doubt there’s an exact time limit, but we’ll know if it happens.”

“Do I even want to know how we’ll know?”

He snorted. “You know you do.”

I sighed. I did.

“If we’ve kicked off the big end times, you’ll know because they’ll show up.”

A shiver tiptoed down my spine. “And who exactly is ‘they’?”

“The Horsemen.” Roth smiled tightly. “They’ll ride. That’s how you know.”

“Oh.” I almost sat down on the floor. “Okay. I’ll keep an eye out for some dude on a white horse.”

“Actually, what you’ll be keeping an eye out for is the opening of the Seven Seals. War isn’t riding the white horse. He comes with the second Seal. Then Famine with the third. The fourth Seal is the real fun one,” he explained. “That brings out Pestilence and Death. A two-for-one special. Then things really get fun.”

I stared at him.

“We’re talking judgments, mark of the beast, tribulations, fiery pits and general chaos.”

I blinked slowly.

“Then, you know, God will be like ‘Daddy’s home,’ and kick ass or something.” Roth shrugged. “Or so they say.”

“Well, this has made me feel so much better about things. Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome.” Roth looked over his shoulder, into the sunroom. “I’m glad they’re talking.”

“So am I,” I agreed softly. “For a moment there, when you first showed up, I thought you would go at Zayne.”

“I didn’t know what he’d become. He didn’t feel right.” Roth faced me. “Now I know.”

“Now I know why you made your snarky little comments about Wardens,” I said.