Page 44 of Hot Girls Date Demons

“I am explaining badly,” I tell her. “You see, I possess a vast fortune. Work if you wish, Myrrin. If healing others brings you joy, then I shall support that joy. But everything I have is now yours.”

Her eyes widen in horror.

Horror.

Fuck.

Why horror?

“I won't take charity.”

I sit up so quickly, she jumps.

“Charity?”

“Desmond—”

“No.”

I take her hands.

“It is not charity.”

She looks uncertain.

“My love, I live for you now.”

The poor thing looks even more alarmed.

“Desmond, it's too soon for that.”

Too soon?

My smile fades.

“Too soon?”

“For love.”

The words hit me like a spear.

Too soon?

Three hundred years.

I waited three hundred years.

How much longer am I expected to wait?

Another century?

Two?

Hurt crashes through me.

“Too soon?” I repeat weakly. “How can you say that when you bear my mark?”

“What?”