The Emperor (Dark Verse, #3)

by RuNyx

“You ever try to leash me, I’ll fucking strangle you with it.”

Focus. Breathe. Live. Survive. Scream. Breathe. Live. Survive. Scream. Live. Survive. Scream.

“You’re not going to walk through life, Amara,” he uttered roughly, each word a vow that cemented itself in her heart. “You’ll dance through it. And I’ll fucking remove anyone who tries to break your rhythm. I promise you.”

‘Fate is always weaving its threads, Dante. We just don’t see them until our eyes open.’

“Say something.”

“Kiss me.”

“I will kiss you and brand myself upon your heart, Amara,” he told her quietly. “Just make sure you’re ready for me to.”

“We’re not a love story. We’re a tragedy in the making. There’s no happy ending for us. I feel that you have a better future ahead of you, and you should take it.”

“You’re in my blood, beating in my fucking heart. The only way you go is when the heart stops.”

“One day, I’m going to put my ring on that finger, Amara,” he grit out, pushing up another inch into her. “One day, I’m going to put my babies inside you. Just wait for me, baby. Please wait for me.”

“You’re the queen on the board, Amara. You’re my most powerful piece, but my most vulnerable. They get you, they get me, and the game is over. So, I’ll do whatever I need to make sure they never get you. Even if that means hiding you like my dirty little secret for the time being.”