I stiffened. Well, now I knew he remembered where we lived. “That’s creepy.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, and it’s also wrong. It’s our place.”

His grip on my wrists tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t. Keep telling yourself that you’re going to kill me or that you didn’t save me because you needed to do that. Whatever makes you feel good.”

His other arm circled my waist. “You’re making me feel good.”

There was a rather shameful flash of heat in response to his words, to how his voice had finally changed, becoming rougher, deeper. I didn’t know if I was more annoyed with myself or him at that moment.

“You’re going to wear yourself out.” His lips ghosted across the curve of my jaw, sending a fairly inappropriate shiver dancing over my skin. “And then what, little nephilim? No grace. No daggers. It’ll just be me and you.”

“It’s always been just you and me, Zayne.”

Whether it was my words or the use of his name that startled him, his hold loosened enough for me to slip my left wrist free. I twisted away from him, and for a second, the Sword of Michael throbbed intensely between us.

He smiled then, and my heart tripped over itself, because it was one of his smiles. Warm. Charming. Kind. Familiar.

“Maybe I’ll keep you alive, then,” he said. “Keep you in a cage, my pretty little nephilim. You can be my pet.”

His pet? I blinked. He did not just suggest what I thought he did. “Maybe I’ll cut off your—”

He yanked forward, and I tried to dig in, but my feet slipped over the wet deck. Tingles exploded along my shoulders.

He spun me out to the side. His wings snapped back as my gaze darted to the gathering shadows racing across the rooftop, toward us.

Chairs and tables lifted to the air, flying to the sides as two cyclones of red and black...smoke came at us.

I squinted. “What in the holy Hell?”

The smoke expanded and then scattered, revealing the demons’ smooth, waxy skin and oval-shaped, pupilless eyes and holes for nostrils above wide, cruel mouths.

These weren’t Ghouls. They were Seeker demons who were often sent to retrieve things of value for Hell.

How in the world did Gabriel get them on his side?

They skidded to a halt as they got an eyeful of...not me.

Of Zayne.

“Fallen,” one of them whispered in a guttural voice.

Zayne lifted his wings. I didn’t see it, but I felt them stir my hair as they rose above us.

The other Seeker demon cursed. “I didn’t sign up for this.” He turned on his heel and started to run, red and black smoke gathering around him.

Well, then.