The Emperor (Dark Verse, #3)

by RuNyx

The side door opened, and Amara looked at it, suddenly alert, ready to run up the stairs if need be. Only to feel her heart stop. Dante Maroni stood in the narrow corridor, making it seem smaller, dressed in a crisp dark shirt and dark pants, his dark eyes on hers, not saying a word. Months. She hadn’t seen him in months and he dared to stare at her with that possessive look in his eyes, had the fucking audacity to stand in front of her like no time had passed, to make the need in her heart so acute it hurt. Amara glared at him, her chin starting to tremble as her eyes burned, rage enveloping her as she just looked at him. She closed the space between them, her hands shoving his chest, all the pain and hurt and loneliness she’d kept inside herself for months bubbling to the surface. Red edged around her vision, her body quivering from the force of her emotions, and she shoved him again, her sight blurring with tears. She punched him in the chest, little sounds of aggression leaving her, almost feral, and he let her, not stopping her until she was spent.