King of underworld

Cora knew she was dreaming.

She stood on the rooftop of a high-ri se, goosebumps ri si n g onhe r skin at the glorious view. B esi de her stood the man who gavehe r everything, his face shadowed.

“It’s beautiful. ” The city lig hts gli ttered like jewels in a blac kvelvet night. The whole wor ld laid at her feet.

“It’s mine,” Marcus told her . “Ever ything you see belon g s tome. ”

She wore a red dress an d heels with slender str aps wi n din g uphe r legs. Her wrists bore silver cu s. Her ring fl ashed red as shetucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Everything?” She leaned against the ledg e, striki n g a pose.The old Cor a, country girl Cor a would never be so brazen . The oldCora was a sheltered virgin, sweet an d naive.

The old Cor a was dead.

Marcus’ s footsteps echoed as he st alked to her. “Everythin g.”The lines beside his gr ey eyes cr in kled.

He grasped her hips and li fted her ont o the ledg e. Gi gg lesescaped as her chest tight ened. Before her stood the man sheloved. Behind her, a dark exp anse. An endless chasm.

“Marcus. ” She clutched his broad shou lder s. The wi n d r ippedat her garments and tugged her golden hair.