The Reaper (Dark Verse, #2)

by RuNyx

Morana gazed out at the puffs of white, wondering what it would have been like to have a Dante in her corner when she’d been young, looking out for her, watching her back.

Morana took in his weariness, her heart squeezing in sympathy. “What did you want to be?” the question slipped out of her before she could stop herself. She waited as Dante looked up at her, his tie loose around his neck, hair disheveled. He laughed, the sound not reaching his dark eyes. “Truly?” Morana nodded, curious. “A sculptor.” Morana blinked in surprise at the answer. Dante saw and smiled, a genuine smile.

“Name,” he growled. Her eyes opened slightly, finding his, confused. “Say my name.”

progressing at the pace of a pregnant snail.

This made me laugh out loud fr 😭