In the Demon's Company (Demon's Assistant Book 2) by Tori Centanni Page A

Cam’s room is immaculate. The books are alphabetized by author (fiction) or subject (nonfiction) on the shelves like a bookstore. The only thing on his desk besides his laptop is a stuffed dragon I won for him at the arcade during our first date and a photo of us at prom last year. There’s not so much as a stray sock on the floor besides my quickly discarded clothes. Even Cam’s clothes from earlier have made it to a hamper. My room is never this clean. I love how neat and organized he is, and marvel at his ability to control chaos in all aspects of his life.
    I pull on my black sweater dress over my purple leggings. Cam digs through his dresser for a clean shirt. I catch him watching me out of the corner of his eye, his head turned slightly so he can see through his glasses. Love and affection for this beautiful, smart, organized boy swells through me. He and I are so fundamentally different. He is definitely my better half.
    “I love you,” I say.
    He smiles. “I love you, too.” He shuts the dresser and tugs on a bright green t-shirt with cartoon turtles on the front. He leans over the mirror and messes up his hair a little.
    I dig a hair tie out of my bag and pull my short hair into a messy, stubby ponytail. “What’s your plan for the rest of the afternoon?” I ask.
    Cam shrugs. “Homework, probably. Crap. I didn’t even check if yearbook was cancelled.”
    “I’m sure it is,” I say.
    He grabs his phone and texts someone, probably to check on that. “They’ll want to talk about a memorial page,” he says as he types.
    “I’m sure they can wait a few days.” I sling my bag over my shoulder.
    “You’re leaving?” he asks, a small crease appearing on his brow.
    “Yeah. You’re right.”
    “Always am.” He smirks. “About what this time?”
    I roll my eyes but don’t stop smiling. “There’s another demon, Cam. And if Xanan is preoccupied and Az is shutting me out, then I need to figure out what she wants and why Mrs. Crane…” I trail off, but I don’t need to finish. Cam nods in understanding.
    “Okay, sure,” Cam says. “But where are you going to find that information?”
    “The only other person I know who knows anything about demons. Gabriel.”
    “The psychic?” Cam asks, sounding unsure.
    “It’s worth a try.” I run my palm over the stubble on his cheek and stand on my toes to kiss him. “I’ll see you later.”
    “No way,” Cam says. He grabs a sweatshirt out of his closet and pulls it on. “I’m going with you.”
    “If you insist,” I say, secretly relieved I don’t have to go alone. Gabriel doesn’t scare me but if a new demon is running amok causing trouble, I don’t want to be out wandering alone in the dark.
    “I can’t believe you’re willing to do demon homework but not your Spanish vocab,” Cam says ruefully, shaking his head as he pulls on a coat. I punch him lightly in the arm. He feigns pain and rubs his shoulder. “You’re mean.”
    “No. I’m adorable,” I say.
    He punches me lightly back. “Those two things are not mutually exclusive.”

 
     
     
     
CHAPTER EIGHT
     

     
    The only address I have for Gabriel is the coffee shop. I do a quick search on my phone but there are hundreds of Gabriel Prices and none of them look like him on the few social media profiles I find. Cam orders us drinks while I snag a table. It’s less crowded here than it was the first two times and there’s plenty of space. I pick the table I found Gabriel squatting at both times.
    “This is definitely your kind of place,” Cam says, putting a ceramic mug of caramel mocha in front of me. “The barista is wearing red contacts and little black horns.”
    I glance over to the coffee counter. The barista is a pretty college-aged girl with a pixie cut and tiny black horns jutting out of her head. I’ve seen similar horn headbands at Hot Topic but I highly doubt hers are fake. I decide to not tell Cam she’s probably a demon or that this is actually an