I'm a freaking Trueborn," I said, so tired of lying and what was the point? Her husband knew, and there was another Trueborn out there. Hell, there could be a league of them for all I knew, with their own softball teams.

Roth might be a cool demon 99 percent of the time, but I wasn't stupid. Not that I needed the daggers when I had my grace, but I wouldn't just whip out my grace willy-nilly and start a party with it.I'd end a party with it.

You're going to want to play along and do so quickly, because I have the patience of a hungry toddler and a severe problem with impulsivity. I don't think before I act.

Look, I just don't want to be..."A burden. A victim. A challenge. Someone to pity and coddle and worry about. Someone treated less than, even with the best of intentions.

Roth might be a cool demon 99 percent of the time, but I wasn't stupid. Not that I needed the daggers when I had mt grace, but I wouldn't just whip out my grace willy-nilly and start a party with it. I'd end a party with it.

I'm coming to pick you up. We now have plans.""We do?" I blinked once and then twice at my fuzzy reflection in the bathroom mirror. "I just got out of the shower.""Well, you're going to need to put some clothes on, because I doubt Layla will be thrilled if I pick you up and you're naked as the day you were hatched out of a little Trueborn egg.