Page 67 of My Demon Assistant

"When did you book it anyway?"

"I didn't."

"Huh?" I glanced up at him, and he shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face.

"You liked it so much last time, so I bought it."

I blinked, stunned. "You bought it?"

Eshim nodded, and I frowned. "I know you don't need money for stuff, but how did you pay for it without money?"

"Uh, magic? I made their accounts show the transaction saying I'd made the payment."

"So they don't actually have the money?" I asked, wondering if I'd have to give him a lecture on not cheating humans.

"Oh, they do. They can use the money in their account, I promise."

I supposed the rules were different when it came to magic.

"Okay, that's good. You didn't have to buy it, though."

Eshim shrugged, telling me he didn't agree. Of course, he probably knew how much I loved the idea of having a place we could run away to whenever we wanted.

Tom wriggled in my arms, ready to get back to the floor. "We should go before Tom decides to jump out of my arms."

Eshim nodded, then wrapped all four of his arms around me. The air around us flickered as the lights turned down, and a moment later, we were in another dark room, though I could smell the woods outside, and hear the chitter of crickets, sounds I'd rarely get to hear at home.

The lights flicked on and the fireplace started burning as Eshim stepped back, and I shook my head at him.

"Showoff," I teased as I set Tom on the floor, who instantly took off to investigate every inch of the place.

Eshim snapped his fingers again, and I looked around, confused since nothing had changed.

"What did you do?"

"Stocked up the pantry, fridge, and the closet," he explained, and I realized traveling with him would always be this easy.

"That's handy." Eshim grinned, then wriggled all his twenty fingers, making me roll my eyes. "You know that's not what I was talking about."

He snorted, then stepped closer, intent on resuming our earlier activities. "Are you sure? You do seem to enjoy what my hands can do."

I exhaled softly, raising my face as he drew closer. Before he could kiss me, my stomach growled, breaking the moment.

"We should have dinner first," he said as he stepped back and I growled.

"Nope, I can wait."

"But Jerry—"

"Nope, nope, nope. It's been two weeks since we've had some proper time to ourselves where we're both alert enough to actuallydosomething. I won't die if I eat an hour late."

"True, but I have plans for you. Plans that will take way more than an hour. So dinner first, and then I'll take Tom out, andthenwe'll head to bed."

"Eshim," I growled, but he merely gave me his sunny smile.

"What would you like to eat? Chinese?"

I said yes simply because I needed dinner done withnow, and he grinned, then snapped his fingers, filling the small coffee table with a bunch of takeaway cartons.

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