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“Noodles okay?” She got out four packs of Indomie. She glanced at him, her eyes trailing over his form, making his skin burn with it. She noticed his look and blushed, turning to add six more packs to the stack.
“Noodles are fine.”
Joy’s eyes narrowed.
“Can you really eat human food?” shedemanded, hands on her hips.
His lips twitched. “Yes.” He paused. “It provides no nutrients, but most of it tastes good.”
“So, you don’tneedto eat it.”
“I do not.”
“Then I’m not wasting my precious Indomie on you.”
He let out an airy chuckle. That bright, sweet scent burst out of her again. Malachi had to clench his hands on his thighs to keep from leaning forward, to keep from snarling,what the fuck is that?
“Fair enough.”
She returnedeightpacks to the cupboards, then brought a pot out, placing it under the sink, letting the water run.
“Whatwouldgive you nourishment, then?” she asked, frowning curiously.
Malachi’s voice was a low, husky timbre when he said, “I’ve come to realise that human blood does wonders for the body and mind.” His eyes dropped to the finger on her left hand. A mixture of lust and hunger tore at his stomach, like nothing he’d ever felt before. Oh, Almighty. ThePriests were right. He’d only taken a drop and he already felt addicted.
Joy seemed to be remembering the same thing. Her finger twitched, and he could smell the creamy sweetness of her arousal.
“A demon’s true food, however, is emotion.” His voice had never been this rough.
Joy couldn’t help but spin around to face him again. “Emotion?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
“How does that even work?”
He stared at her for a moment, head tilted. “What do you know about demons?”
“Almost fucking nothing.”
He let out another airy chuckle. Joy’s lips twitched for a moment. And like clockwork, there was the sweet, bright scent. Was this the scent of her pleasure? Her happiness?
Fuck, Malachi had been wrong. If her bloodthirst tasted divine, then it was nothing on her happiness. He wanted to cause her to form that scent again—andagain and again and again, just because.
“Demons are empaths, and I do mean that literally, not in the way some humans seem to believe; we literally feed by absorbing emotion through our skin.”
Joy’s eyes trailed over his skin. “Really?” she said, a little breathlessly.
Malachi clenched his hands again. “It is supposed to make us more empathetic and understanding of each other, but …” He shrugged.
His mind went back to his sect, to how they’d kept him away from the rest of the members, deliberately starving him until he was weak and easily manipulated. He remembered thePriestusing his magic to embed a green gem into his chest, so when he sent Malachi to earth to mine for souls, all the emotions he might have fed onwereredirectedinto the stone instead.
Malachi quickly shook the memories off. He was stronger nowthat he had two contracts, and would soon own Desmond’s soul. He didn’t have to worry about his sect coming for him for a little while longer.
He wasn’t quick enough to hide his pain, because Joy was looking at him.Reallylooking at him—like she could see.
Seehim.
He stared back at her, making his gaze heavy and oppressive until she was forced to look away
