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“Has the pain spread to your chest yet?” Bash asked, always the reasonable one.
“A few weeks ago.”
“Damn.”
“Someone is going to have to explain to your Tater-tot exactly what happens to a demon as they starve,” Zander said.
I lifted my head. Despite the pain that accompanied every breath, I forced myself to continue breathing evenly. “It’s not going to be me.” After a moment of silence, I tacked on a reluctant, “And don’t call her that.”
“I nominate Bash,” Zander said, typing something into the computer. Probably my login info. It was a damn good thing he kept track of that stuff for me; my mind felt like mush.
“Seconded,” I said.
“Do you really want me alone with your mate long enough to have that conversation?” Bash’s voice was blunt.
I considered it for all of a breath before the pit of possessiveness reared its ugly head, and my face twisted in a snarl.
“I’ll text it to her. The number you called from earlier was hers, right?” he said, roughly trying to smooth it over. Usually, that was my job. I was the one who dealt with the people; they were the ones who handled everything else. That was what made me expendable enough to spend a year in prison while they kept things running.
My exhaustion was thick enough that his clumsy attempt proved successful. “Yes. Fine.” I ran a hand through my hair. It needed to be cut, but that was far from a priority.
Somehow, I needed to seduce my mate—who hated me—so I could feed, first.
I set my arms on the countertop, leaning over it and letting my eyes close.
Damn, I was tired.
The sounds and smells of cooking food melded with the tap of fingers on laptop keys. They would’ve been soothing, if I was in a different mental and physical state.
I wasn’t, though.
Most of my attention was fixed on the shower I could hear running. Sensing exact emotions wasn’t in a demon’s skillset; the only feeling we could sort from among the others was lust, because we could physically see it. But if I went back up the stairs, I would be able to feel the mass of her emotions through the door and wall.
Zander slid my new phone over to me. “This is ready. Should be exactly the way you left it, though one of the buttons was moved since the last model. The laptop will be a while longer while I transfer your old stuff over.”
“Thanks.” I grabbed it. It took a minute to get reacquainted with the device, but overall, it was mostly the same.
Navigating immediately to the internet, I pulled up everyone’s favorite website for online shopping and quickly pulled up the vibrators.
Scrolling through the list, I tried to decide what Tatum would feel the most comfortable using. There would be a level of awkwardness for her just because it was new, but I hoped she would warm up to it.
Or that she would climb in bed with me, though that seemed unlikely.
“She really doesn’t have a vibrator?” Zander asked, his voice amused.
“No. I get the impression she doesn’t relax often,” I said absently, adding a few different styles to the cart. I’d give her a few to choose from, so she felt more in control.
Black seemed like the safest choice, considering her aversion to sex toys, so I didn’t bother with any of the neon pink ones.
After I’d ordered those, I found the coffee shop she worked at on a food delivery site, and ordered the maximum amount of everything they had in stock. Sugar dulled male demons’ hunger, so I’d need an assload of the damn things. Even if she did agree to feed me, it would take weeks to fully recover after starving for so long.
“Order me some too,” Zander said, still working on my computer.
“Find your own candy shop. I already bought that one out,” I grumbled, submitting the order with a hefty tip to convince someone to get it to me quickly. Thankfully, my credit cards hadn’t expired while I was gone.
“They have more than one location,” Bash said. “I noticed one on Raven Street, after the first time we found your female there.”
I typedCoffee & Toffeeinto the search bar, and sure enough, found two more locations.
