Jack raised a brow as he spotted the demon waiting for them outside the restaurant, leaning casually against the wall. The way he stood there, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips, made Jack's irritation bubble beneath the surface.
"How did you know we were going to sign up for the tournament?" Jack asked, his tone sharp and demanding.
Daemon's smirk didn't falter, but there was a flicker of unease in his crimson eyes. "Well, it's hard for any demon to pass up such an opportunity... It was merely a guess."
Jack didn't believe him. He hadn't mentioned the tournament outright, yet somehow, Daemon already knew about it. That meant he had been listening. Watching. A troublesome pest indeed.
If he was eavesdropping on their conversations, he could easily interfere with their plans. And if worst came to worst... Jack already knew exactly what needed to be done to eliminate the nuisance.
But for now, he would play along.