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“What would you like?”
She scrunched her nose up in thought, and I tried tonotbe that fucking pussy sap that thought it was adorable.
Adorable?What the fuck was I thinking?
“Surprise me,” she eventually said, and I got out of the car.
I entered the store, and every set of eyes turned to me. As I approached the counter, the man in front who had been ordering saw me coming and quickly stepped to the side.
“You can go ahead of me,” he said in an unsteady voice, gesturing to the cashier, who looked stunned. I didn’t think they were being so accommodating because they knew who I was. Just as the Grim Reaper is never seen, neither am I when I come to collect a soul. Perhaps the look on my face was making people shit themselves.
I stepped toward the cashier—a young girl who had gone sheet white. “Can I help you?” she asked in a squeak.
“Yeah.” I placed my order, pulled out some cash to pay, then peered over my shoulder at the guy who had given up his place for me. Peeling a few more bills from the roll, I slid them across the counter. “I’ll pay for the guy behind me, too.”
The little mouse took my money, then my order was suddenly there in a brown paper sack. She handed it to me. “H-h-have a nice d-d-day.”
Grabbing the bag, I walked from the restaurant and back to the car. When I got back in, I handed the bag straight to Fallon.
“Take whatever you want. I’ll eat whatever’s left over.”
She peeled open the top and looked inside. The scent of bacon, eggs, and sausage wafted out, reminding me that the sandwich I’d eaten at Blakely’s hadn’t been close to enough. She reached in, pulled out one of the breakfast sandwiches, and began to eat. As I reversed from the spot, I caught a glimpse of the happy look on her face.
Once again, that feeling of pride in providing for her filled my chest, making it thaw, if only a little bit. It was stupid. After I got her to the safety of the clan, and after things had died down, I wouldn’t be spending any more time with her. I would be dropping her off and speeding away in the other direction because life as the clan’s Reaper was inherently lonely.
Which was what I wanted.
All I’d learned was that people hurt other people.
And I had no interest in being the victim ever again.
Fallon finished off her sandwich, screwed up the wax paper wrapper, and dumped it back into the bag. I eyed her.
“You haven’t eaten enough. Have more.”
She blinked at me. “I’m fine.”
“Eat,” I commanded.
“No.”
I ground my molars and snatched the bag off her lap, pulling it into mine. Without taking my eyes off the road, I reached inside and pulled out a sandwich. I attempted to unwrap it one-handed when Fallon plucked it from my fingers, unwrapped it, then handed it back.
“You could just ask for help,” she muttered under her breath.
I ignored her and bit into the sandwich. My hunger took over civility at that point, and I finished it in five bites. Fallon reached into the bag again, pulled out the last sandwich, and unwrapped it.
Before she could give it to me, though, I told her, “We’ll go bite for bite.”
She frowned. “What?”
I took my eyes off the road for a moment. “You haven’t eaten enough.”
“I told you I have.”
“You’ve been through some traumatic shit. Your body needs food to fuel it now more than ever. Now take a goddamn bite and stop arguing with me.”
She scowled. “You’re not a morning person, are you?”
