Page 77 of Soul Food

With those words spoken and my silent pleading ones, his gray eyes darkened until they glowed red. I sucked in a breath and stepped back.

“I am.” He didn’t deny it. He started walking toward me again.

“Don’t!” I held up my hand, but he didn’t listen this time. My cheeks were wet with tears. “How could you? You let me…We…” I grabbed my head and thought back to the three times I let him inside my body. My entire body warmed with remembrance, and I was disgusted with myself. The monster that plagued my life and planned to eat my soul… “You’re disgusting! Wanting to eat my soul wasn’t enough? You had to fuck me too?” I shook my head and glared at him. “I fucked a demon?” Then I whimpered. “Does it matter since you plan to kill me soon?”

“You came onto me,” he told me, and my entire body burned with the truth. He was right.

I was an idiot. How could I be drawn to him? Wait, was it really my fault? Did anything matter? Fuck! My head hurt with all these thoughts rushing through it. I couldn’t numb anything. I felt everything.

“You’re a demon. You probably lured me. How do I know it was really me, and what I wanted?”

I backed away, but he latched onto my arm and pulled me flush against his chest.

His eyes burned fiery red. “I’m a soul reaper. I eat souls. I do not have any power of compulsion or seduction. Know that, soul food, you came to me on your own accord.” His voice was menacing, a presence itself with how terrifying he sounded.

Was he angry for me accusing him of that after everything else he’d done to me?

I jerked away from him. “Soul food?” I laughed, then dropped my head. “God, I hate myself. How could I be so stupid to think that soul food was some sort of pet name you’d given me when in reality you were calling me your food?”

“I’m taking you home,” he ignored me.

I moved my arms away trying to avoid his touch, but he eventually grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder. “Stop touching me. Now that I know you’re not even human, I can’t stand your touch!”

I screamed when the room faded away and instead of pushing at him, I held onto his back until the darkness around us receded, and we were standing in my home. He placed me down.

“So be it. I won’t touch you, but I had to that time to get you home.”

I grabbed my shoulders in hopes of easing the chills I had on my arms. “What did you just do? How did we get back to my house?”

“I ported,” he stated, eyes and voice both monotone and stiff.

“Wait, what are you going to do? You killed two people.” I couldn’t be a part of any more shit because of him.

“Nothing.”

My eyes widened. Was he fucking kidding me? “I left my notebook, and your stupid book is there.”

He sighed and disappeared right in front of me. He was back a second later, shoving them both in my hands. I took my notebook and shoved his demon book back at him. “No, I don’t want that one.”

He dared to smirk that smirk that did stuff to my heart. Now it just hurt. “It will follow you everywhere.”

My nostrils flared. “Like you.” When he did or said nothing, I felt defeated. “Get out of my house. I don’t want to see you until it’s time for you to come for my soul.”

“Is that what you want?”

Why did he ask that even now? “What I want is for you to leave me alone for good, but that’s not going to happen is it?”

He loomed over me. Gray eyes no longer gray, burned crimson. “You’re mine. I’m not going anywhere without what belongs to me.”

So much for him looking sorry for hiding who…what he was. He wasn’t trying to hide anything now.

I shoved him. “I hate you.” I fought with my tears.

“Sleep instead of worrying.”

I sighed, frustrated that he was pretending to care. “Don’t worry about how I’m sleeping. I didn’t kill them. I’ve never killed anyone, you did!” I shoved him again.

“Souls are what I need to survive,” he murmured softly.

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