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He would be her ruin. And she would ruin him right back.
“His demons dance with mine,”
“Of course I don’t. Unlike you, I’m not ancient, Mr. Maroni.”
“She’s under my protection. Mine. Nobody hurts her. Nobody talks shit about her. Not me, not you, not anyone. Next time I hear you call her anything less than the woman she is, I will cut your tongue out and feed it to your dogs. Next time I see you anywhere close to her, I will kill you. Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her. Do you understand?”
The man holding her was darkness. He was comfortable in the dark, one with the dark, owned the dark. And as long as he held her the way he did, safe in his arms, that dark was hers.
“Don’t play these juvenile games with me, Tristan. I will cut you open and eat you alive.”
“I don’t just burn with you, Tristan,” she said, her voice shaking. “I burn for you. And I don’t know what I have to do to prove it.”
“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.”
“I’m the smartest of them. I claimed you long before any of them had a chance.”
She was his gravity, his fucking planet, and he was lost without her.
