“I don’t need his permission to go anywhere, nor do I need anyone to babysit me.” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. “I can take care of myself. I’m confident you already know that.”

“I do.” He lifted his head off the seat and the car revved as he went through the intersection. “I’m fairly observant. Did you know that? I notice things.”

“That’s what observant means.” I felt my forehead crease. “Hopefully you’re observing my expression right now.”

He chuckled at that. “You don’t see very well, do you?”

My lips parted on a sharp inhale.

Roth slid a brief, knowing glance in my direction. “That’s why you were doing the blindfolded training. That’s why you jerk or flinch when something gets too close to your face.” A pregnant pause. “Why you didn’t see the witch go for your daggers.”

All I could do was stare at him while wondering why, if he’d noticed that, he hadn’t intervened.

“You were also wearing glasses the other day, and I have a feeling it’s something more than just bad eyesight. And there’s also the fact I know damn well a Trueborn’s vision would be better than a normal human’s. It would be better than a Warden’s or a demon’s.”

I shifted my gaze away. Christ, was it that obvious? I shook my head again, irritated and embarrassed even though the rational side of me knew I had no reason to be either, but Roth was asking if it was wise if I went out there alone.

My earlier fears resurfaced. There was a big, bad world out there I couldn’t see.

“I don’t see well,” I muttered. “Actually, I don’t see very well at all.”

Roth was quiet for what felt like an eternity. “God is ironic, isn’t He?”

I curled my lip. “Why do you assume God is a he?”

He laughed. “God’s actually a being beyond a biological sex, but calling God ‘it’ just seems offensive.”

“And why would you worry about offending God?”

“Just because I don’t answer to God doesn’t mean I don’t respect Him.”

Roth was such a strange demon.

A grin appeared. “The Boss hates the fact that God is beyond the whole biological sex thing, which is why the Boss always changes appearance. It’s not like humans who identify with a different gender. The Boss does it to be more God-like.”

“When you talk about the Boss, you’re talking about... Satan?” I asked, shivering when I said the name out loud. No one who knew beyond a doubt that Satan was real spoke the name.

His lips quirked. “The one and only, but if Lucifer ever heard you use the name he was given after being kicked out of Heaven, he’d turned your insides out.”