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actually cook anymore. I usually just settle for chips and a soda but that would leave me with too much time to think. Thinking was the last thing I wanted to do.
    I checked the movie in my queue for tonight. City of Angels . Well, crap. Butterflies filled my stomach at the thought of Eric, and then something fluttered a little lower. Oh god, this wasn’t good. This could only lead to disaster. I pointed my finger in scolding as I looked down at myself.
    “Now you cut that out, there will be none of that.” I went back to cooking.
    The chopped vegetables were in the wok with the chicken as I put the water on to boil for the rice. I heard a knock at the door. Assuming it would be Devon, I was ready to bitch about how shitty my day was.
    I flung open the door, surprised to see Eric. “You used the door.”
    “It’s called manners. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
    “Didn’t know you needed an invitation.”
    “I don’t. I’m not a vampire. It’s that manners thing again,” he said curtly, stepping around me.
    I stood there with the door open.
    “Aren’t you going to close the door?”
    When I made no move to, he reached past me and shut it.
    “I had hoped I’d never be seeing you again.” I lied. “Besides, I figured you’d be mad at me.”
    “I am beyond mad. Try pissed off.”
    “Okay, pissed off or not, I really had no choice. I’m—”
    “Do you even know what you did today? I asked one thing from you and you wouldn’t do it. You had a choice. There is always a choice and you made it.”
    I sighed. “The point is, I’m sorry!”
    “I deal in bottom lines. And the bottom line is—”
    “The bottom line is I screwed you. Don’t you understand that I cannot just let you kill people in front of me? Don’t you understand how much that hurts? This guy today was a stranger but those people before—Eric, I believed it was my fault because of you. Every guy I slept with—”
    “You weren’t supposed to sleep with every guy you met in a bar! That is on you.”
    “Fuck you!”
    He lifted his brow. “Isn’t that your problem?”
    “Woah! Woah, woah, woah. Don’t you come in here and judge me. You don’t have the right. How I deal with my pain is my business. Is that what this is about? The creepy stalker Angel of Death got jealous?”
    “Who I call is never my pick. It is your lot in life to keep memories and mine to call souls.”
    “I cannot believe you called me a slut?” It was off subject but I was still pissed off about it.
    “Did not!”
    “Bullshit. You did a damn good job of implying it.”
    “You are right.” He rubbed his hand through his hair, and I saw remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
    I sighed, relenting. “And I am sorry for screwing up your job today at lunch.”
    “I don’t blame you. In all my existence, never once have I not done the Will of God. When others were falling, I stood strong and tall on the line of good and evil. When I let that soul go because I couldn’t stand to see the look on your face if that man were to die in your arms, I found myself compromising everything with you.”
    I finally looked up at him. His eyes were back to the warm honey that I loved. Wait, no. I loved nothing about this guy.
    “I don’t want you to choose between not hurting me and loyalty because you have some sort of unhealthy crush on me. I will always lose. I know that.”
    His eyes locked on mine. “Are you sure the two are not the same now? Because I’m not.”
    Fire burned through me, and I wanted him. Every part of him. If there was an option that he could be mine, I wanted that option. I wanted him to belong to me, to have him with me forever. Day in, day out, mine. But I knew when it came down to it we’d always have something between us. Today’s events would be a daily occurrence. But for tonight there was only him, staring me in my eyes with his liquid light ones that threatened to drown me, saying these perfect, perfect things.
    I pushed those