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“I find this very unfair, Sire.”

“What’s unfair?”

“You told me not to play with my food, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.”

I knew how wrong it was, but I also didn’t know any other way of making her soul happy. Sinking into Ruth’s human body had been like seeing a glimpse of Heaven’s golden gates while being in Hell. It was wrong yet so fucking right. It was wrong of me to take a beautiful, innocent soul, especially when I’d dipped myself in her honey and ravished her perfect body with my own human form. I’d never wanted to eat someone like her before. I stuck to bad humans and demons with even filthier souls. It was safer that way. It followed the rules and disgusting ones tasted exquisite.

I sighed instead of admitting anything. “You do realize that Ruth is alive and well. Vibrant and beautiful with a beating heart, and you are trying to compare what I’m doing to your humping dead carcasses?”

“You’re the one that said you don’t play with your food,” he pointed out again.

It was the truth, but I had no choice. I had to make her happy. How did he not see how bright and happy she was becoming? “I had no choice. Look at how happy she is.”

“If you say so.”

“Idofucking say so,” I hissed as I pulled out my phone and found the picture Ruth had taken of us together. It was easy to make the shape of a finger in this form, and my heat served well with swiping through the phone.

“Sire…”

“What now?” I growled.

“Just because you’re in reaping form, don’t think that I can’t tell you’re smiling. Your reaping form is glowing.”

I was going to fucking kill him.

Chapter Eighteen

ENTERTAINMENT NEWS!

SPOTTED TOGETHER!

Dark Goddess and the president of Black Hearts, Amit Kingston.

At an amusement park, no less. I think we can confirm their relationship. I mean who else rides rollercoasters and eats hotdogs with the Dark Goddess?

RUTH

“I’m his soul food, soul food,”I sang as I got ready to leave.“He calls me his soul food, soul food.”

Good thing no one saw me this morning. I looked like a fool dancing around as I dressed. I couldn’t wait to get down to the studio and hang with the guys. My creative juices were flowing, and with the help of The Oppressors’s music I was positive I could get one final song written.

It was only when I saw Max by himself that I remembered Rupert was starting his vacation this week. The big guy deserved it but handling a newbie like Max was going to try my patience. John dropped me off at the studio and when Max started to follow me inside, I placed my hand on his shoulder, patting it lightly. “I don’t really need anyone to watch after me today since I’m going to be here at the studio.”

“Even so, I’d like to watch over you. It is what you pay me for, and I haven’t gotten many hours now that you’re no longer on tour.” He leaned in, and I arched away from him. “Between this part-time job and my other one, I kind of need these hours, if you can understand?”

Well, shit. Now I felt bad. I knew what it was like to struggle. I sighed and nodded. “I do, but you don’t have to follow me up.”

“Nonsense,” he ignored me, and I knew he’d be a pain in the ass. “My job is to keep you safe. Truthfully, I never understood why Rupert wanted us to stay down here while you were upstairs.”

I dropped my hand and frowned. “Rupert respects my privacy.”

His eyes widened, then quickly averted mine. “Right, of course. Sorry, Ruth.”

“It’s fine,” I said quickly. “I’ll see you in a bit. Feel free to go grab some food if you want.”

“Thanks, Ruth!”

He was very cheery.

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