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“You just complimented my large member and charming charismatic appeal after hearing how I basically decapitated a squirrel and fucked someone in its guts. I think that applies to you, too.”
“Ew, did you just call it a member? And charming charismatic appeal? I think you need to pull over. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”
I figured she was joking, but I searched for a lock button anyway. “I expected more of a reaction, that’s all. You know, freak out or some shit.”
“I don’t ever freak out, and if I were going to, it wouldn’t be over something so…” she trailed off and began playing with an invisible thread on her jeans. “That isn’t that bad, Malik.”
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, letting her complete disregard for my actions wash over me. This was what I’d meant about her never judging me. I could talk openly and not be accused of being some psychotic, deranged fuck. I wasn’t evil. I was just wired differently.
“Did you apologize?” she asked after a minute.
“I wasn’t sorry.”
“Oh, well…still wasn’t that bad.”
“So, if Charon were to—”
“If you go near my bird, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
I grinned. I’d never hurt Charon. Z thought the whole crow thing was stupid, but he just hadn’t studied the bird long enough to know that it actually had intelligence.
“And, FYI, I think keeping it contained is a mistake. You’re only making things worse by fighting who you are.”
“You sound like Z.”
“That just means two people have told you the truth. Why are you still holding back?”
There weren’t enough words in the English language for me to answer that correctly while still conveying the real meaning behind it. “It’s complicated.”
“Right.” She hmphed and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, giving them a decent lift. I glanced and then looked away before I rear-ended the SUV. “You should put your shirt back on.”
“Um, you shouldn’t be a perv. It’s hot. Do what I do when you parade by in your boxers. Think of it as nothing more than a bikini top,” she said, gathering her hair atop her head.
“Nyx, I’m beyond thinking of you in a bikini. Right now, I’m thinking about you bent over with my dick in your ass and my fingers in your pussy.”
“That makes you delusional, Maliki.”
Maliki, not Malik.
“We both know you want my dick, Nyx. I’m just not giving it to you…yet.”
From my peripheral, I watched her look towards the felt ceiling and release a heavy sigh.
“Don’t you use it enough every time you find a Gwen replica?”
I couldn’t say I was surprised she pieced that together; it wasn’t exactly a secret. Her tone could not be any less bitter about it, though and that shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did.
“I already told you that isn’t what you think it is.”
“Then what is it?”
I knew she’d ask about this sooner than later, but I still wasn’t answering that. She’d accepted everything I had to say, but this wasn’t remotely the same.
I mutilated women and sodomized them for my own sick gain. They resembled that bitch for a reason.
“It doesn’t matter. They aren’t you.”
“Thank you for pointing out the obvious,” she retorted.
