Someone had been talking.

Oh Hell to the no, we were not going to play that game.

Growling under my breath, I shot back into the moonlight, lowering the sword. I stilled, centering myself just as Zayne had taught me. The Hellion’s rasping chuckle came from my right. I heard his steps, and I turned sharply. The Sword of Michael caught the Hellion in the chest.

“Nice try,” I muttered as the Hellion burst into flames. The stench of sulfur filled the rooftop.

“The Harbinger will reward me well.” Hot, fetid breath touched my cheek.

My heart stuttered as I tensed to jump back. A flash of white filled my vision. Zayne came down in front of me, his fiery sickle blade cleaving through the neck of a Hellion.

“Why are you so fascinated by their lack of clothing?” Zayne asked.

Exhaling roughly, I turned. “I’m not fascinated per se.” I lurched forward, thrusting my sword into the midsection of another Hellion. “I’m just curious to why they are always freaking naked.”

“Just don’t think about it.” Zayne’s wings stirred the loose hairs by my face as he moved with dizzying speeds.

“Don’t think about it?” I dipped under the arm of a Hellion, mindful of its stupid mouth. Their bite was venomous, killing a human within seconds and paralyzing a Warden for days. I had no idea what their bite would do to anyone with angelic blood in them. I didn’t plan to find out. “That’s hard to do when they’re naked.”

“Can you see anything traumatizing, Trin?” Zayne asked.

Feinting to my right, I turned to my left. “No, but I know their junk is out.” I aimed for said junk. The howl of pain and then ripple of flames told me I’d hit my target. “That is all I need to know.”

A Hellion rushed out into the stream of moonlight, and I groaned. “Now I can see it—I can see all of it.”

“I really wish you would stop pointing it out.” Zayne landed a few feet from me, slicing through the air with both sickle blades. He took down two Hellions.

I frowned. “I want two swords.”

Zayne laughed as he rose. “You can’t always get what you want.”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes as a Hellion raced toward me. “This is the last one?”

“It is.” Zayne’s wings were like two glowing white beacons.

I darted to the left, holding my sword out. The Hellion skidded to a stop. He started to turn, but saw Zayne behind him. The Hellion sunk down onto its haunches, letting out a rumbling growl.

“I wouldn’t try it,” Zayne warned, his sickle blades sparking golden white embers.