God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

A larger guy shoves another one against the wall with a tight grip on his T-shirt’s collar, and I hear, “Shut the fuck up.” Any other time, I’d ignore this and change my position to continue stalking my Bran. Something stops me, though. The guy who’s been shoved against the wall is familiar. Wait…is that…? “Gaz?” I ask, walking toward them. Sure enough, my cousin looks up, his fist clenched in the other man’s shirt. An older man—at least early to mid-thirties—who’s dressed in a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and leather shoes. His dark hair is slicked back and his expression is solemn. He looks at me with complete disregard, as if I just intruded on his fun. I flex my fist and make sure he sees it. This fucker will be buried six feet under before he attempts to harm my cousin. “What’s your name, motherfucker, and what’s your favorite way to die?” “Niko, it’s not…” Gareth trails off on a wince when the asshole tightens his grip on his shirt. “Step the fuck away from him.” I stride toward them. “Now.” “Who the fuck are you?” the man asks, his accent distinctively American, his expression entirely murderous. I’m going to break his face for daring to touch my family. “My cousin, Nikolai.” Gareth shoves him away. “Please leave, sir.” “Sir?” I echo. “Why the fuck are you calling him sir?” “He’s my professor. Kayden Lockwood.” Gareth stands beside me, his expression closed off as he stares at the man. He narrows his eyes on me before he looks my cousin up and down. “We are ...

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