God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

“Oh cool, you remember! Nice to officially meet you, Brandon. Or, hold on! I actually found you a perfect nickname. Lotus flower. You know, because you managed to bloom so beautifully while surrounded by the muddy swamp that is Landon. Isn’t that so fucking poetic?”

And yet as I stand here, the only feeling that goes through me is resounding relief. He didn’t leave. He came back.

screaming

“Lose the bimbo,” he threatens in hot, enraged words. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

i love jealous niko

But here’s the thing that I’ve suspected for some time. It’s an image. I’m not saying he doesn’t care about all of those causes, but he’s using his goody-two-shoes personality as camouflage. A crutch. He’s repressing, fighting, and struggling. Against what? I’m not sure. It’s why I go fucking feral whenever he slips out of his self-imposed shackles and lets his true self show through. He’s still an asshole, but at least he’s not putting on a fake front. At least I get to see the real him.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he mutters, his throat working beneath my fingers. “Your nightmare.” “I hate you.” “I don’t.” “You’re fucking crazy.” “About you,” I whisper against his lips and claim them with a guttural moan.

“Don’t run away from me again. If you do, I’ll flip the world upside down to find you. You’re mine now, baby.”

How did he mold the almighty Nikolai Sokolov into this strange entity that can only survive in his presence? I don’t even remember myself before him anymore. I certainly refuse the very notion of being separated from him.

“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”