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Gliding his fingers across the sticky mess he made across my thigh, he pushed them inside me. An explosion of rapture unfurled within me as he leaned in and murmured, “Look at what happens when we come together.” I spasmed around his digits, but he kept pumping them and whispering nonsense in my ear.

The memory sent a wave of pleasure through my pussy.

Clit throbbing, I stood quickly. “I’m done talking about this.” I couldn’t let Lust control me when it came to Shepherd, or I’d never get a chance to know my mate.

“Okay…” Kitty murmured.

“And don’t say a word to anyone about me finding my mark,” I warned her.

“Relax. You can introduce him to the family in your own time.”

She misinterpreted my meaning, but I didn’t bother correcting her. More than anything, I needed to bathe and erase Shepherd’s touch from my skin. Maybe then I could regain some control of my emotions.

Seven

Prudence

With a long drawn-out sigh, I dived onto my bed and smoothed the pillow beneath my head. Sleep was what I needed. Reaper work took its toll on a body. Just a little rest and maybe my mind would be clear enough to face Shepherd too.

Shepherd.

I wondered what he thought about me after I left the way I did. It’d been a few days since I last saw him. Relationships weren’t my thing. Hades, I was barely close with my family.

Once again, I wondered how anyone, even a demon like a soul reaper, could find me loveable.

I squeezed my pillow. The night he spent pleasuring me, Shepherd seemed eager to know me. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face as memories not belonging to me entered my mind.

“Do you have to go?” Tiffany pouted by the doorway. She looked so out-of-place inside that shithole. The single-wide trailer we called home had seen better days—ones unfamiliar to us.

“I can’t miss this interview.” I ruffled her hair, and she smacked my hand away with a huff. Sixteen-year-old sisters... “If I get this job, we can move out of this dump.”

She peered into the living room. I knew who she was looking at without asking. “What about Dad?”

“What about him?”

“Don’t do that. We can’t leave him.”

“He leaves us every time gets drunk and passes out on the couch.” When she frowned, I sighed. “It isn’t wrong for us to want out. He’s always going to be here for you to check on.”

“Who’ll make sure he eats?”

“He’ll eat when he gets hungry. He doesn’t stay drunk all the time.”

Justmostof the time.

Our father wasn’t physically abusive or cruel. He just was never there for us on an emotional level. He didn’t care for us the way a loving parent should. I didn’t think we would have survived our younger years if Mom hadn’t been around. Tiffany looked so much like her. My sister was caring like her too. I had every intention of making sure she didn’t waste away looking after our father like Mom did. A heart attack might have taken Mom from this world, but being with a man like our father had drained her years before her death.

“The coal mines are dangerous. Mom would have said you were too handsome to work under a mountain.”

I snorted. “It’ll be fine. I have my mining card.” She huffed again. “Anything else you want to argue about?”

“Will I have to switch schools?”

“No. It’s right outside of town. I can find us a place in between.”

“I don’t like this. I feel nervous.”

“Why areyounervous? I’m the one interviewing.”

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