I had no idea what he was asking, but I nodded, and then neither of us moved beyond our rising and falling chests. My arms were still stretched above my head. I could move them, but I didn’t, and I knew his mouth was still close to mine because his breath teased my lips. I would have given just about anything to know what he was thinking right then. If he felt that anticipation, if he was brimming with yearning for what couldn’t be.

Maybe there was something to other senses heightening when you couldn’t see, because I swore there was a tension to the air that hadn’t been there before. I could feel it.

“Question?” Roth’s voice broke the silence, and holy crap, I’d forgotten he was there. Zayne had, too, based on the way his muscles tensed against me. When Roth spoke again, amusement practically dripped from each word. “And I’m asking for a friend. Exactly what kind of training are you guys doing right now?”

10

Training while blindfolded could not have ended more quickly. Zayne had rolled off me and helped me up. The tie had come off next, and I sort of wished it hadn’t, because I’d rather not have seen Roth’s oddly smug, grinning face.

We hadn’t stopped training, though. We’d moved on to fighting without the blindfold, and out of what I guessed was boredom, Roth had gotten in on the action. The demon was actually helpful, for the most part. Then Layla had called, and he’d poofed out of the apartment.

Just blinked right out of existence.

Yet another ability I wished I had.

Patrolling that night hadn’t turned up anything remotely exciting, and I was wondering how long we were going to roam around aimlessly before we found something—anything—that would lead us to the Harbinger.

The following morning, I’d just finished pulling my hair up in a ponytail and was about to join Zayne on the mats for more blindfolded training when my phone rang from the nightstand. The moment I saw Thierry’s name, I almost let it go to voice mail. But I couldn’t ignore his call.

Stomach twisting, I answered with a greeting that sounded like I’d been punched in the stomach at the exact moment I said hello.

“Trinity?” Thierry’s deep voice tugged at my heart hard. “You okay?”

“Yes. Totally.” I cleared my throat. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” he repeated the words slowly. “I think a lot of things are up right now.”

Closing my eyes, I plopped down on the bed, knowing what he meant. Misha. Jada’s missed calls. My overall mental and emotional well-being. “Yeah, a lot is up right now.”