To be honest, I was glad to see Roth. Zayne and Roth might be stuck in a weird rivalry and have fundamental differences, but they were still friends, and since I’d been here, other than yesterday, no one had come to see Zayne. Not even members of his own clan. Everyone needed a friend, even if said friend was the Crown Prince of Hell.

Popping to my feet, I turned to Zayne. “I have no problem with him watching us train.”

Zayne looked like he wanted to say that he did, but he simply shook his head and stepped onto the mat.

“So, what’s up with the tie?” I asked, and Zayne stared down at it like he’d forgotten he’d been holding it.

“Now that is a question I was dying to ask,” Roth commented. “BDSM, Stony? I am shooketh.”

My cheeks flushed as Zayne shot Roth a withering glare before refocusing on me. “Remember when you wanted to learn not to rely on your vision during a fight?”

“Why would you want to do that?” Roth asked.

“Trueborns’ eyesight isn’t like a Warden’s or a demon’s at night,” Zayne explained. “Since most of our patrolling is done at night, you can fill in the blanks.”

I had no idea if Roth believed him, but I picked up on what Zayne was saying without giving too much away. I nodded.

“I figured the best way to practice is to force you not to use your vision, which is why I have the tie.” Zayne dangled the material. “Sorry to disappoint, Roth.”

“Blindfolded training. Not nearly as sexy as I was thinking, but still vastly entertaining” came the comment from the one-man peanut gallery.

“That is a good idea.” Anticipation swirled in my chest. “Let’s go.”

“This should be fun to watch,” Roth declared.

“Can you not talk?” Zayne snapped as he walked to where I stood.

“I don’t think that is a promise I can make.”

I pressed my lips together as I reached for the tie, but Zayne stepped behind me.

“I got it,” he said. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

In other words, let him know when I was prepared to be completely blind. I wondered if he remembered how I’d freaked out the night the Community had been attacked and he’d folded his wings around me, blocking out all sources of light.

I hoped I didn’t freak out like that again, especially considering we had an audience.

Drawing in a shallow breath, I shook out my arms. “Ready.”

A heartbeat later, I felt the heat of Zayne at my back. I held still as the tie appeared in my vision. As it drew close to my face, already blocking out most of the light, my heart started pounding.

I didn’t like this.

I didn’t like this at all.