Free The Devil You Know by Jenna Black

a demon—doesn’t he worship the ground you walk on?” Cooper was one of those people—like my parents—who acted shocked when anyone used the word “demon.” To them, “demon” was an ethnic slur. Adam and I were possessed not by demons but by “Higher Powers.” It made me want to gag. It also made me want to ask if we should start calling the Demon Realm the Higher Power Realm, but fanatics like Cooper never found my jokes funny.
    Adam stood up, and I was relieved to realize that meant he was leaving. “Mr. Cooper respects me as a demon, but my profession makes my loyalty to the cause questionable in his eyes. However, I’ll see what I can do. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll tell me who he ordered Henry Jenner to summon. And why.”
    That line of questioning spawned a slew of other questions in my mind, but I stifled them. I doubted Adam would answer, even if he knew. Besides, if he was really about to leave, I didn’t want to give him any excuse to stay.
    “Meanwhile,” Adam continued, “if you’re unwilling to talk to your mother about who your real father might have been, maybe you’ll find that Andrew can give you some more information.”
    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andy’s jaw drop. I think my own heart stopped beating in shock. Adam grinned to show how much he’d enjoyed dropping that bombshell—and Andy’s and my reaction to it—then let himself out.

Chapter 6
    “I guess I should have followed my first instinct and Tasered the hell out of the son of a bitch,” I muttered under my breath.
    Andy neither laughed nor smiled. He merely sat rigidly in his chair and stared straight ahead. I couldn’t tell whether he was shocked because what Adam had said had come as a complete surprise, or whether he was shocked because Adam knew. Earlier, I’d assumed Andy knew nothing about the circumstances of my birth, but now I wasn’t so sure. He said Raphael had kept him from learning any deep, dark secrets, but I couldn’t say I really believed him. Maybe it’s just my natural, suspicious nature. Or maybe my Spidey senses were telling me something was off. Hard to tell.
    I didn’t want to sit next to Andy again, so I took a seat on the couch. It was still warm from Adam’s body, and against my will I noticed the faint scent of spicy aftershave that lingered in the air. I really wished Adam weren’t so goddamn sexy—it sure would make it easier to hate him. I watched the struggle on my brother’s face and wondered what it was about. Wondered if he would tell me. Wondered if I would believe him if he did.
    He finally glanced at me, but his gaze quickly slid away. I tried not to squirm.
    “So, care to comment?” I asked him when it became obvious he wasn’t going to volunteer anything without prodding.
    He gave me a closed, shuttered look. “No.”
    I ran a hand through my hair, scrubbing at my scalp as if that would make everything suddenly make sense. It didn’t work. “Do you know anything about my biological father?” I blurted.
    The look on his face didn’t change. “Dad is your real father.”
    He sounded firm and sure, but if he were so sure it was true, he wouldn’t be guarding his expression so carefully. What did he know? And why wasn’t he telling me?
    “Whatever it is you’re hiding, you know you can tell me,” I reminded him. “Right?”
    He gave a bark of bitter laughter. “I’m not hiding anything. But if I were, I’d be happy to share it with you.” His gaze pierced me, his expression filled with intensity. “Of course, I can’t share anything with you without sharing it with Lugh, too.”
    I cursed under my breath, annoyed with myself for how easily I could forget that I was inextricably bound to my own personal demon. And yet…”Lugh’s one of the good guys,” I told my brother.
    Andy looked away yet again. “Lugh has his own agenda. It won’t always mesh with yours.”
    I couldn’t disagree with his words, though I wanted to. I’d never