“Your hand isn’t warming.” Zayne slid his palm over my arm. “Your arm—”

“God did it,” Lucifer said, voice ringing with shock. “God actually did it. Look.” Lucifer reached out as one of the flakes, mostly white now, drifted toward us. “It’s...is this snow?”

I started to ask him how he didn’t know what snow looked like, but then realized that he’d been in Hell for...what? Thousands of years? I doubted it snowed in Hell. Or that he could remember what snow looked like.

“It is...snow.” Zayne’s hands were still on my arm. “Look, Trin. It’s snow.”

Pulling my gaze from the flurry, I looked down to my arm, to his hands. Little white flakes landed on his skin, evaporating on touch and leaving a glistening speck behind. “Is it contaminated?”

“It doesn’t feel evil.” Those ultrabright eyes met mine. “Does it feel evil to you?”

I shook my head as the snow continued to land on my arms. “It feels like snow.”

“It’s not evil,” Lucifer said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I know evil. It’s snow and it’s...” He groaned in disgust. “Aw, dammit.”

“What?” My heart skipped a beat as I looked over to him.

He stood with his hands on his hips. “It’s not contaminated.”

“Why do you sound like that’s a bad thing?” Zayne demanded.

Better yet, why did Zayne suddenly sound as if he were standing in a tunnel even though he was standing beside me? I looked over at him. His features were fuzzy—well, fuzzier than normal, and I...

“It’s full of goodness,” Lucifer spat. “It’s pure, and it’s getting all over me. I’m going to need to shower this crap off.”

That was good... That was beyond good and beyond what any of us had been too afraid to hope for. God stepped up. He or She or Whatever stepped up. Tears filled my eyes, but I...

“I bet you’re up there laughing, aren’t you?” Lucifer shouted. “Dusting me with the equivalent of a heavenly glitter bomb? Really?”

I stared at the snow as it gathered on my arm. It didn’t melt.

“After all I’ve done for you, this is how You repay me?” Lucifer continued to rage. “I’m going to have to take five showers and I know I won’t be able to get the stench of humanity and goodness off me.”

Zayne twisted toward me, a laugh in his voice as he said, “We did it, Trin.”

We had, but...

I tried to swallow, but my throat felt weird, like it was narrowing. “I don’t feel right.”

The sound of Zayne’s wings snapping back ended in his shout. I didn’t know why he yelled my name, but then I was suddenly in his arms and he was above me, his face going in and out focus.