Page 72 of The Devil's Trials

His expression doesn’t change. “Patrolling.”

Arching a brow, I say, “Right. You just so happened to be patrolling where I was hanging out.”

“Something you want to ask me?”

Warmth spreads through my cheeks despite the cool night air. “You’re keeping tabs on me.”

“Is that a question?” His tone is laced with an irritating mix of amusement and condescension, and I roll my eyes.

“I guess it’s a good thing you were here,” I mutter.

“Sure, but you did pretty well yourself.” His eyes lighten with something akin to pride. “You’re going to be the talk of the class tomorrow.”

My eyes widen, and I immediately shake my head.

“Relax,” Noah says before I can speak. “I asked Wyatt and Brynne not to say anything before they took off.”

The rigid lock on my muscles lessens, and I nod. “I’m not trying to make a name for myself here, Noah.”

“I’m aware of that,” he says in a level tone. “Now, can we go, or do you want to keep hanging out in this alley that suddenly smells like vomit for some reason?”

I punch him in the shoulder. “Asshole.”

We don’t say much in the way of talking about what happened on the drive home, which I’m thankful for. Instead of leaving me in the elevator, Noah rides up to my floor and walks me right to my apartment.

“I’m here. I’m alive. You did your ever-so brave duty. You can go home now, thank you.”

He folds his arms across his chest, holding my gaze. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

I frown, hesitating before I ask, “Tonight or the other day when you went all macho guy?”

“Why do I get the feeling your answer is the same for either?”

“Maybe you’re more perceptive than I give you credit for, Daniels.”

He nods, lips quirking. “Got it. Well, offer stands.” He starts to turn away, then pauses, looking at me again. “It doesn’t have to be me, but it should be someone.”

I nod as I pull my keys out and unlock the door, stepping inside.

“Cam?”

I turn back to Noah, my brows lifting in question.

“We need to report the demon attack to HQ, and I think you should be the one to do it. Call Rachel and explain what happened. I’m sure she’ll be pleased to hear it from you—considering it was your hunt.”

Panic strikes me at the speed of light. “Oh no.” I shake my head for extra measure. “Can’t you just say you did it? I really don’t want to make this a bigger thing.”

He slides his hands into his pockets. “I get it. But we have to handle it by the book.” His voice softens when he adds, “It’ll also help your reputation within the organization for people to know you’re taking things seriously.”

I hate the idea. More so, I hate that he’s right.

With a heavy sigh, I say, “Okay, I’ll call her.”

He shoots me a smile as he turns to walk back toward the elevator. “See you in the morning.”

I close and lock the door, then fall back against it, briefly closing my eyes as I let out a heavy sigh.

What a fucking day.

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