“I’m okay. I wasn’t distracted or in danger. Obviously.” I turned and promptly tripped over something, because, of course, God hated me. Catching myself, I lifted my gaze to Zayne.

He threw his arms up in frustration. “Seriously?”

I looked down and saw what happened to be a cable. “I didn’t see it. Whatever.” It was time to change the subject. “Did you find the demon?”

He muttered what sounded like a curse under his breath. “I tracked him, but he rounded a corner onto First Street and disappeared.”

First Street meant nothing to me.

Zayne must’ve sensed that, because he explained, “First Street can lead you toward several of the Senate buildings. Doesn’t mean that’s where the demon was heading. What happened here?”

I twisted at the waist and looked down at the charred patch. “Well, the demon sort of decided to end things himself.”

“Come again?” His head jerked in my direction, gray-tone lips pressed in a thin line.

“He impaled himself on my dagger.” I shrugged. “He was all smart mouth and threats until I got him on his back. I wanted to make him talk, you know? See if he knew anything about Bael or the Harbinger.”

“Make him talk?”

I nodded, deciding it was a good idea to keep to myself the fact I’d showed the demon what I was. “I’ve learned I can be very convincing.”

Zayne opened his mouth.

I rushed on. “Anyway, he wouldn’t tell me anything about Bael, but he knew him...and Misha.”

He moved closer as I returned to staring at the spot. “How can you be sure?”

A knot formed in my stomach. “He mentioned Misha, and he must’ve figured out who I was based on the questions I was asking.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. “He knew that I’d killed him.”

“Trin.” Zayne reached for me, and I felt the brush of his warm fingers against my arm.

An immediate rush of raw, pounding emotion swirled through me, and I stepped out of his reach. “He also knew about the Harbinger. Said roughly the same thing my father did. Rivers were going to run red and it was the end time.” I left out the part about Misha’s soul, and me being a part of it all, because I couldn’t believe the first part and the latter made no sense. “Didn’t really say anything helpful before literally impaling himself on my dagger. It was bizarre, but I think...”

“Think what?”

“I don’t know. He said he was already dead because I was the nephilim.” I folded my arms. “Like killing himself was the only option.”

Zayne seemed to mull that over. “Like he feared that either Bael or the Harbinger would know he’d been in contact with you, and that was it for him?”

I nodded slowly. “Doesn’t really make sense.”