"It seems that the Demon is nowhere to be found today," Vanilla grumbled in frustration. "He was trailing you all day yesterday, and it made it really difficult for me to talk to you."
I glanced up from my book, "Ah, so that's why you didn't come to see me last night. I was wondering where you had disappeared to."
She shivered suddenly, a look of unease crossing her face. "There's just something about him that intimidates me. I can't stand the thought of being near him."
I shrugged, trying to ease her worries. "He’s not that bad, Vanilla."
She shot me a piercing look. "Do not trust him, Arabella. He is a powerful demon. Never forget that."
I looked away, shifting the conversation. "You sent a friend to me last night," I said, hoping to distract her. "Is she coming to meet her son? She
