God of War (Legacy of Gods, #6)

by Rina Kent

one woman is able to drill a hole in my frozen exterior, hollow out my black soul, and start a fucking riot.

It’s tragically unfair that the devil looks mouthwateringly tempting. No wonder people sell their souls.

I have come to the grim conclusion that my wife has the destructive energy of a world war and the emotional IQ of a plastic flower.

“Do you even know me? I don’t like change.” “Very British of you.”