I had not known that, and I felt like there was a whole lot of story there.

“Anyway, it’s not like I’m an expert on what is possible for a recently Fallen who has their wings and grace, so I can’t say if that Throne is telling the truth or not. I trust angels less than I do most demons, but I mean, it’s sort of sweet.”

My gaze flipped to him.

“That he Fell for you. That is...that is heavy, girl. The real deal kind of love. You know Roth went against the Boss’s orders to be with Layla.” He tipped forward. “That’s like tantamount to angel falling, and that’s real, deep love he has for you.”

“I know,” I whispered, sinking into the cushions of the couch.

“And call me a silly romantic demon, but I’ve got to believe anything is possible with that kind of love.” Leaning back, he rested his ankle on his knee.

“I believe that, too.” And I had to. I blew out a tired breath. “Did Zayne kill any demons?”

“Yeah. A couple. Okay, more than a couple. Took out a whole house of them to be honest,” he answered.

“Oh, no.” I rubbed my hand down my face.

Cayman chuckled. “Look at you, feeling bad for dead demons. You make a shit Trueborn, you know?”

“I know, but Zayne wasn’t all about killing...well, not-really-evil demons.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s a progressive Warden,” he said, and I dropped my hand. “Or was. Anyway, don’t worry. They weren’t ‘not all that evil’ demons. He got some who had it coming to them. Ones that were getting sloppy, blurring the rules. The ones in the house were nothing more than a pack of Ravers.”

“You could’ve started with that, you know?” Ravers were like giant, walking-on-two-legs rat demons that ate everything, including people...and their bones.

“And you could’ve started with ‘my boyfriend is now a fallen angel,’” he replied, and I thought I saw a smile on his face. “So, I guess we’re even.”

“I guess so. I’m sorry that he was chasing you,” I offered. “I really do mean that.”

“I know you do. And I don’t take it personal.” He paused. “And it was kind of hot.”

My gaze shifted over to him as my brows lifted.

“What? Fallen angel Zayne tops the hotness meter. I can’t help it.” He shrugged. “I’m a demon.”

“I’m sure Zayne would be happy to hear that he hasn’t lost you as his number one fan,” I said wryly.

“Oh, I’m not his number one fan. That’s Bambi.”

“What?” I held up my hand. “Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t have the brain space to deal with hearing about that.”