The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

"Oh please," Morana rolled her eyes, sarcasm heavy in her tone. "In the two times we have met, I can see how much you detest touching me. Pinning me to flat surfaces is loathsome."

"Dante was right. I could have been safe, comfortable there," she told him quietly. "You are safe and comfortable here," he told her in an equally quiet voice, the words heavy with meaning.

Tristan Caine: Apparently, you're not out of my system, Ms. Vitalio.

Wiping her tears from her cheeks even as more escaped, Morana sat in the car quietly in the darkened area, her chest heaving with sobs. Sitting there, she let herself cry,

Babyyyy

Me: We are done. Is my father gone? Tristan Caine: With more bruises on his face than yours.

PERIODDDEDDEDD

"Doesn't matter. I get my mouth on you, and you'll never be the same."

Tristan Caine, in motion, was beautiful. But Tristan Caine, in utter stillness, could not be described.

“Tristan.”