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Nate nodded. “It’s mostly grand princes and some select dukes. Unfortunately, Dantalion is one of those dukes. If a protected demon or angel is attacked without making the first move, it’ll start a true, active war between Heaven and Hell.”
“I’m assuming that’s something we want to avoid,” Kylie said.
“So somehow we have to make a plan to get the upper hand without attacking Dantalion,” I said.
“Any genius ideas?” Nate asked.
“What if you use me as bait—” I started.
“No.” Nate’s voice was flat.
“Just consider it,” I said as calmly as I could manage. “Right now the only leverage we have is that we know he wants revenge on me. Use me to get him to attack.”
“It won’t work.” Nate’s hand snaked under the table where he laced his fingers with mine. “Dantalion knows the rules. It’ll take more than his desire for vengeance to get him to attack. He’ll just have someone else do it for him. I can’t put you at risk when I don’t think the plan will work.”
I slumped back in my chair. “So we can’t do anything except wait for him?”
“We’ll come up with something,” Nate said, but I wasn’t sure if he really believed that or not.
I glanced at Kylie, but she just shook her head. She didn’t have any ideas either. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announced. “I don’t think I’m really being helpful at this point.”
“This is going to be my life forever, isn’t it?” I asked when she was gone.
Nate stood and tugged me up with the hand he still held. He pulled me over to the couch and into his lap. “What’s the next skill you want to learn?”
I knew he was trying to distract me, but at the moment I was willing to be distracted. “What kind of skill?”
“Anything. Just something you don’t know how to do that you’d like to learn, you know, when you’re finished learning how to fall.”
I rolled my eyes. “Because I can’t learn more than one skill at a time?”
“Just answer the question, baby girl.”
“I’m not sure. I’d like to learn how to dance better.”
“Dancing, huh? Are we talking about ballet, ballroom, something else?”
I felt myself blushing for what had to be the hundredth time since I’d met Nate. “I just want to be able to go out and feel like I know what I’m doing. I want to be able to have fun without feeling self-conscious.” I hadn’t attempted to take a dancing lesson in years. I went through my childhood phase of wanting to be a ballerina, but that ended when I was about seven and realized I wasn’t actually any good at it.
“So what you’re really saying is that you want to be able to go clubbing,” he said dryly.
I pulled back so I could see his face. “And what skill do you want to learn next?”
He gave me a devilish smirk. “I’m an angel. I was born perfect.”
I swatted his chest. “That is so not true.”
He caught my hand where it had smacked him and brought my palm to his lips. “You’re right. I’m far from perfect. But I’m also not going to tell you any of the skills on my list to learn.”
“They’re that bad?” I wasn’t sure exactly why he didn’t want to share them with me, but after seeing him fight with the deadly precision of a trained assassin, I had a guess.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
As if that was possible. I trusted Nate with my life, but the more days that went by, the more I feared for his safety and his lack of worry when it came to protecting himself.
“When’s your birthday?” Nate brought me back to the present moment.
“May tenth. When’s yours?”
