“No.” He pushed the hair out of his face again. “I think the last time I heard you laugh like that was when you jumped those rooftops and nearly gave me a heart attack.”

I smiled. I had scared the bejesus out of him, and he’d come at me, angry and... Well, anger hadn’t been the only thing he’d been feeling that night. My smile faded. That had been the night the imps had attacked and I had taken the claw out of his chest and...

I looked away, letting out a breath and pumping the brakes on that train of thought. “Maybe I’ll jump off some rooftops again so you can hear the laugh.”

“As much as I love the sound, that would be entirely unnecessary.”

“I don’t think so.” I padded to where I’d left my Coke and took a drink, wishing it was fresher. “I think I’m going to need another shower.”

“Ditto.” Zayne stepped off the mats.

My skin flushed as I thought about the fact that there was only one shower, we both were sweaty and conserving water was good for the environment.

He stopped by the couch and propped a hip against the back. “You know what I think?”

Hopefully what I was thinking. Or maybe not hopefully.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

I opened my mouth.

“Yeah, I know that’s shocking to hear, since you give yourself all kinds of credit.” He smirked when I snapped my mouth shut. “But I was purposely getting into your blind spots, and you were handling it well.”

Trying not to be too pleased, I put on my glasses and sat on a bar stool. Zayne’s face became a little clearer. “But not perfect, and I need to be perfect.”

“No one can be perfect,” he corrected. “But you could improve and I think...” Zayne trailed off as his phone beeped. He picked it up, and then his brows slammed down and his jaw became so hard that I thought he’d cracked a molar. “Dammit.”

I stiffened. “What?”

“It’s Roth,” he bit out. “He’s here, and he brought friends.”

6

Roth.

Also known as Astaroth, who just happened to be the actual Crown Prince of Hell.

“He knows where you live?” I asked.

“Apparently,” Zayne grumbled. “There goes the neighborhood.”

I squelched my laugh as Zayne strode across the floor and placed the cell on the island. I wasn’t all that concerned that Roth knew where Zayne lived or that he was here. Yes, Roth was a demon—a very powerful Upper Level demon—but he wasn’t the enemy.

At least, not ours.

Zayne and Roth had a weird relationship.