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When you’re poor, the days have a way of blending together. They say time flies when you’re having fun. But when your task for the next twenty-four hours, over and over on a hellish repeat, is merely to survive, time becomes the enemy.
Was I a serial killer in my previous life? Or the person who decided women’s pants weren’t allowed to have pockets?
Who the fuck hurts you. I don’t know. But with a flash, I realize finding out has just become my single most important mission in life.
“To answer your question,” I growl, “I’m not being a dick because of the other night.” I look at her coldly. “I’m just kind of an asshole in general.” I turn and leave. Because if she says another goddamn word or looks at me for one more second with those sinfully innocent eyes, there’s no power on Earth that will keep me from her.
“You’ve known too many devils,” I murmur darkly. “But now you’ll just know one.” She trembles as my thumb strokes across her jawline, my eyes piercing into hers. “I’m your devil now, little sinner. I’m your only devil, and you’re my only sin.”
She grins impishly. “Did you hear anything I just said?” “I lost the plot when you walked into the room.”
