“We were about to do some training.” Zayne followed the demon, his expression a cross between exasperation and reluctant amusement. “We’re kind of busy.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” Roth winked at me as he lifted his free hand and twisted it around. Next to the couch, the oversize chair I’d never seen Zayne use slid around so that it was facing the mats.

Well, wasn’t that a neat ability I was only a little jealous of.

Roth plopped down in the chair and hooked one denim-clad leg over the other. He took another drink.

Zayne stared at him as if he didn’t know quite what to say. I imagine I had the same look on my face.

“Where’s Layla?” Zayne finally asked.

“Girls’ day with Stacey since it’s Saturday,” he answered, and Hell, I’d had no idea it was the weekend. “They’re going to lunch and then out to some shops. Or something. Whatever girls do.”

A tiny ball of jealousy formed in the center of my chest. Whatever girls do. We hung out. We shared desserts and appetizers. We talked about stupid things and we shared our deepest, darkest moments. We reminded each other that we were never truly alone. That’s what girls did.

I missed Jada.

“You know, Layla and Stacey would love for you to join them,” Roth continued, almost as if he were reading my mind. “As long as Stony would let you out of his sight for a few hours.”

Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure hanging out with not one, but two girls Zayne had messed around with was my idea of fun times.

“Trinity can come and go as she pleases,” Zayne replied dryly. “I’m guessing Cayman isn’t around, either?”

“Nope. He’s working. You know, trading pieces of human souls for frivolous things.” Roth waggled his brows at me. “Does that offend your angelic senses?”

I lifted a shoulder. “Not like he’s out there persuading humans to do it. They’re making their own bed, so they get to roll around in it.”

Roth tipped his cup at me. “Not a very angelic thing to say. You should care. You should be affronted.”

“I’m affronted,” Zayne muttered. “By this unexpected visit.”

“The lies we tell ourselves.” Roth looked between us. “Lucky me. I get to see a Trueborn and a Warden fight—well, play fight, if you two are actually going to do anything other than stare at me like you’ve been blessed by my appearance.”

I bit down on my lip to stop from laughing, because I had a feeling it would only antagonize the demon and annoy Zayne.