HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
"You’ve created a monster that even you cannot control, Dante Moretti."
"I know," Dante said, a dark, twisted smile touching his lips.
The Sovereign vanished—not by walking away, but by disintegrating into a cloud of silver mist. The ship began to tilt, the bridge of light snapping like glass. Dante grabbed me, his grip so tight I could feel his pulse in my own veins.
"We have to jump," he said, looking at the black water below.
But as I looked at the city, the black lights weren't coming back to silver. They were turning a deep, bruised purple—the color of our shared, ruined souls. And from the harbor, three more obsidian ships emerged, their lights locking onto us with a lethal, red glow.
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