HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
Dante held her with an almost painful grip, his chin resting on the top of her head.
"We’re losing the war, aren't we?" Ivy asked, her voice a hollow echo. "Every time we touch... every time we give in to this... we’re just feeding the machine. We’re fueling our own replacements."
Dante looked at his hands. In the dark, they were glowing faintly, a ghostly silver light emanating from his veins. "The Architects wanted the 'Lethal Devotion,' Ivy. They wanted love so absolute it became a weapon. They didn't realize that a weapon doesn't care who it kills. If I have to consume you to keep you from them, I will."
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