“Hey,” Danika whispered, and I looked at her. She slid off the island, landing nimbly on her flip-flops. She bent down so that she was close to me. “I’ve got to ask you something.”

Figuring it was going to be about Zayne and me sharing a one-bedroom apartment, I braced myself. “What’s up?”

Her gaze flicked from me to behind me and then she said in a low voice, “What are you?”

Okay. I hadn’t expected that.

“I know you can’t just be some girl that grew up with Wardens,” she continued. “No one in the clan believes that.”

Muscles stiffened as I met her gaze. That was not a good sign, but also not unexpected. I didn’t know how Zayne expected to keep his clan from finding out.

I didn’t sense anything other than curiosity from her, but that didn’t mean it was caring and sharing time. “I’m just a girl who grew up with Wardens.”

“Really?” Her voice dropped as she drew the word out.

“I was trained to fight,” I said. “That’s about the only unique thing about me.”

“Interesting.” She wrinkled her nose. “Never heard of humans being trained to fight, because you could be a trained assassin, but you’d still be a field mouse compared to even a lower level demon. You’re not a field mouse.”

“Danika?” Zayne called. “What are you whispering about?”

She straightened, raising her brows. “What were you two whispering about?”

“Nothing.” Gideon tucked the laptop under his arm.

“Oh.” She winked at me. “We were talking about periods and cramps and bleeding—”

“Okay.” Zayne raised his hands as I choked on a laugh. “Sorry I asked.”

She pulled away from the island. “I hope I get to see you again soon. Get Zayne to bring you by. Or leave him here. That would be even better.”

“Thanks,” Zayne muttered.

Danika ignored him. “I’m sure Izzy can’t wait to wing herself at you again.”

I smiled at that, wishing I could visit her. Somehow I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. I waved goodbye as they stepped into the elevator bay.

“Hold up,” Zayne called to them as he snatched his keys off the counter by the stove top. “I’ll walk you guys out.”

Gideon caught the elevator door. “Sure thing.”

It was then when I realized Zayne wasn’t dressed for training like I was. He was wearing jeans and a pale blue shirt that was almost the same shade of his eyes.

I swiveled on the stool, lowering one foot to the floor. “You’re going out?”

Zayne nodded as he went to the couch and grabbed his cell. “Got stuff to do. Won’t be back for a while.”