The Reaper (Dark Verse #2)

by RuNyx

“Not a word,” Tristan warned, slipping back into his usual mask.

His cold, aloof eyes warmed.

You’ll never be alone again. No matter how bad the nightmare gets, I’m going to be right here.”

Fuck him and fuck him twice for trying to test her. She’d been nothing but open and emotionally unguarded.

“Fuck, Morana.”

“My loyalty is not a luxury for you, Morana. It’s a gift and it’s yours. You never have to walk into a room and question that.”