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“No. I can’t,” he replied.

Did he really say fuck boy earlier?The silly soul reaper was so much more.

A laugh bubbled up, and I fought to stifle it. No use. It broke through—a guffaw so loud it bounced off the walls. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I said, “F-fuck boy!”

Shepherd said nothing.

Holding my sides, I asked, “What made you say such a thing?”

His entire face lit up with his grin. “Been holding that in, have you?”

I giggled some more.

“Come on. I want to go some place.”

Composing myself, I asked, “Where?”

“Anywhere. Wherever you want to go.”

Thirteen

Shepherd

“A drive-in?” Prudence’s nose crinkled as she looked at all the cars and trucks parked in front of the giant blank screen. “No wonder you asked for a blanket.”

Holding the covering over one arm, I took her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers together. A swell of happiness lodged in my throat at how easily she accepted my touch. A mundane film probably didn’t seem like much for an immortal. I almost didn’t take her because of that, but I missed out on a lot of living over the decades. With her, I had a thirst to enjoy the moment. Given how much Prudence worked, she needed the distraction.

Removing my hand, I reached into my pocket for my cigarettes and lighter. “Are you disappointed?” I asked as we walked up the hill. It was a distance from the screen but was private. Maybe the seclusion would convince Prudence to stay.

I sensed her stare as I lit the cigarette.

“So, that’s why you taste and smell slightly of smoke,” she stated.

Oh yeah, it would be the first time I smoked around her. “You want me to stop?” I asked.

She smiled lightly, eyes roving over me once before looking at the screen. “I don’t mind the smell ortasteof you.”

I relaxed, but a yearning to hold her filled me and stiffened my cock. It seemed that my mate wanted to torture me. “So immortals never pick up any bad habits?” I said, attempting to distract my desire.

Prudence laughed, and her eyes sparkled. The slight smile she gave me made her even more beautiful. If she kept that up, I’d spend the entire night sporting a hard-on.

“I think rubbing my clit growing up was enough of an obsession. I don’t need anymore.”

“Couldn’t have been easy,” I said. “How did your family become cursed?”

“The Devil,” she muttered. “He cursed us because my father and mother slowed the spread of his evil. All he’s ever wanted was to end the world, and it appears he’s finally achieving his dream.”

“I thought Harvest was the one who started this mess?”

“He was, but in the end, we’ll have to worry about both of them.”

“What happens when this is over? Or when it ends?”

Instead of answering me, she glanced back at all the vehicles waiting to enter the lot. “We should have driven your truck.”

That meant taking her to my ratty-ass trailer and explaining about my pathetic existence. It was bad enough she peeked inside my memories and saw things I wanted to keep private. I realized it was all a feeble attempt to hold on to some dignity with her, but it mattered.

“Portal chips are so much more convenient.” I wanted to kick my ass for not getting one sooner.

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