Elara's POV
‘For Marco to be away from you… Hate you… Break off the deal - Isn't that what you've always wanted, Elara?’
The tiny voice in my head questioned its tone was a mix of mockery and reality.
Without denial, that was exactly what I hoped for, wished for, and prayed for. I wanted to be away from him for my peace of mind, for Violet.
Except now, it only felt wrong.
It felt like I had been charged with life imprisonment like I was trapping myself in a box and shutting it out of the world.
Marco, the supposedly black demon, was my light, the brightest after Violet.
He'd shown me what true love and obsession meant, what it felt like to be loved by a king of his kind.
Maybe quite psychopathic, but genuine… or too dominant, but what if I wouldn't want to be loved any other
