Grace and Glory (The Harbinger #3) - Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,136

ghosts and spirits.”

“At least I’ll now know when he’s creeping on me.”

“I’m not sure that’s something you’re going to appreciate when he randomly walks through a wall.”

“Good point.”

I cracked a grin, thoroughly proud of myself for holding a conversation while he was so utterly distracting in the most marvelous way. “I did get to ask him about the whole Gena thing.”

“Tell me what he said while I find some clothes.” He skimmed a hand through his wet hair, dragging the strands back from his face.

“He claims that Gena is real, but she’s a dead girl.” I followed him back to the bedroom. “Possibly from the puritan era.”

“For real?” He looked over his shoulder at me.

“Knowing Peanut and his remarkable ability to overreact when it comes to everything, it’s anyone’s guess on that.” I made my way over to the bed while he disappeared into the closet. “He said he didn’t tell me the truth because the girl is freaked out by the idea of someone being able to see her.”

“Do you believe him?”

“Honestly? I can’t imagine why he’d lie now.” I picked up my phone and tapped the screen. I saw I had a missed call and text from Dez. “And I don’t know. Maybe it’s a good thing he’s hanging out with other ghosts. When he saw Sam, he about had a meltdown.”

“Why do I find it so funny that your ghost is in need of socialization?” he asked, and a moment later, I felt his lips press against my cheek.

I turned my head toward his, and his mouth met mine. He kissed me softly, sending a shiver dancing down my spine.

When he pulled back, I saw he’d pulled on a pair of blue jeans. A plain gray shirt dangled from one hand as he sat down next to me.

“I got a text,” I said. “From Dez. He asked if we could swing by as soon as possible.”

“We can.” He pulled the shirt on over his head, and I didn’t know if I should be disappointed or grateful. “Did he say what for?”

I shook my head. “I hope it’s just Nicolai wanting an update on Lucifer in person so he can lecture us. The last time Dez was this vague, it required a trip to the high school and the chief of police shooting Gabriel.”

Zayne stared at me.

I leaned over, giving him a quick kiss. “I just need a few minutes to get ready.”

Once I changed clothing, we were back in the Impala. We made a pit stop at a drugstore to pick up a pair of sunglasses for me. The only pair dark enough looked like someone hot-glued rhinestones on the arms, but they’d get the job done.

The trip to the Warden compound wasn’t nearly as exciting as the last car ride, but it was quick, and when I hopped out of the car, I managed not to trip like I did nearly every time I came here.

Zayne joined me as we walked up the steps. Dez met us at the door. “Glad you guys could make it on such short notice.”

“Let me guess, Nicolai wants an update on Lucifer and to yell at us in person?” I said as I followed him through the empty foyer.

“We found him,” Zayne tacked on. “Just want to get that out of the way. He’s at Roth’s place right now, watching Supernatural.”

“That has to be the strangest thing I’ve ever heard,” Dez said, and I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the bewilderment in his tone.

“He’s a fan of TV,” I said. “And apparently, Highlander.”

“I don’t even know what to say.”

“Welcome to our world,” Zayne replied.

“Yeah, well, you’re a part of that world,” Dez shot back, and I smirked as Zayne snagged the back of my shirt, tugging me out of the path of a potted plant. “Nicolai does want an update, but that’s not why you’re here. I figured you’d want your phone and wallet back.”

“It’s been kind of nice without that thing ringing,” Zayne replied. “But yeah, I need it.”

“And the angel blades.”

“Well, that’s one of the reasons why I called you.”

Having a really bad feeling about this, I frowned as he stepped around me and opened the door. “What about them?”

“First, there’s someone here who wants to see you,” he answered, opening the door to Nicolai’s office.

All I saw was Nicolai’s desk and the empty space behind it, and then someone in a vivid orange tank top stepped in front of it, into the line of