His words cut like glass and my face must have shown the hurt because he sighed with frustration and tried to think of a better way to explain.
“I make deals, love. I deal in the currency of souls.”
In other words, he was with me and had no transaction to show for it. I hadn’t traded my soul.
“If you’re not supposed to be here, then why are you?” I asked bravely even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer yet again.
Malachi hesitated, and I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to tell me the truth or if it was because he didn’t know the answer, either.
I worried what his answer would be. Deep down, I wanted him to be there for me because he felt whatever it was that I felt between us, and he needed more. I hoped that I wasn’t imagining the connection between us, but
