Page 15 of His Innocent Mate


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Lyra shrugs. “I could do it.”

I chuckle. “You could slaughter the cow outside?” I point my fork toward the door.

“My parents moved us to a homestead when I was real young. We made our own butter, bedding, yarn, dyes. We did everything.”

“Do you like the lifestyle?”

“I have vague memories of a time before, but it’s really all I know.” She finishes another bite. “I can’t complain too much, though. Not with how bad my ma said the outside world was.”

“You’re lucky you had somewhere to go.”

Sadness washes over her face and I wonder what scars she’s hiding under her flawless exterior.

Looking down at my plate, I try to distance myself from the woman who looks miserably across the table at me.

She’s a woman grown. There’s no harm in taking her.

If only it were that simple. I’ve seen pretty things before, and I know how easily they break.

Lyra might think she knows what she wants. She might think she can handle it. But that’s only because she doesn’t know the cost. The real cost. The toll it will take on her.

I fuck haunted souls, I don’t make them, which is why I can’t do this.

First thing tomorrow, when Lyra’s busy, I’ll tell Venus I’m out. That they either find me someone new, or I’m going back home.

If my blood is as good as they said it was, the choice will be easy.

But first I need to make it crystal clear to this girl that she and I will never be a thing.

Might as well be blunt about it.

“This won’t work out,” I deadpan.

She looks at me with confused, frantic eyes.

“I don’t fuck sweet, innocent things like you. I fuck whores.”

Her brow scrunches. “Is that some kind of animal?”

Shocked, I snap, “No! It’s a woman that fucks for money.”

“Oh…”

“So now you know why I stormed off yesterday.”

“How can I look like a whore?”

I laugh because what she’s said is insane. “Sweetheart, you are too sweet and innocent for this world.”

“And you don’t like that?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just that I’m not meant for it. I like women that know what they’re doing. Ones that can beat a dick in their sleep if they had to.”

“In this world, very few people ever get what they truly want. Would it be so bad if you had to have me?” she asks.

“Yes. It would be terrible.”

She sighs, her shoulders slumping. “Then let’s talk about other things and get to know each other.”

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