God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

“I know you’re hiding. Come out, and I promise not to hurt you. Much.”

some assholes thought it was a good idea to follow her. Only I am allowed to do that.

Your green eyes become the color of the forest at night, all dark and needy with dangerous lust. You fought me, but it wasn’t so you could push me away. It was to drag out the beast you saw in me.

I used to be scared of relationships, but I wanted one with him. Of course, I only realized all those things after I’d lost him.

Cecily is neither. She’s the gray. She’s the colors. She’s every rainbow I never thought to stop and watch.

What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re part of what makes you who you are.”

“You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.” Nothing else could explain this raging need to own her, keep her, and never let her leave me, even if I have to sacrifice a limb for it. Even if she hates me because of it. She calms the beast I spent years hiding beneath the surface. She tames and placates him like no one else has been able to. I’ve always been shackled by an inheritance to one of the most powerful organizations, and that means I’ve needed to count every step. Strategize every plan. Plot every decision. Not with her. She’s the only person whose company I feel free in. There’s no sense of duty nor a weight on my shoulders. There’s just me and her.

“Kim, love, where’s my grandfather’s hunting shotgun? I found some bastard on our doorstep who claims to be our daughter’s boyfriend … Oh, here it is. Be right back. I’ll shoot him and come back in time for dinner.”

Cecily tugs on my arm and stares up at me with big pleading eyes. I swear to fuck she got this expression from that Puss in Boots film and decided it’s how she’s going to get everything she wants.

I resist the urge to stroke the freckles beneath her eyes. All 153 of them. And yes, I counted them.

“You’re the fire to my icy heart, and while I loathed that at the beginning, I soon came to the realization that I can’t survive without that fire. My feelings for you are nowhere near conventional. They’re neither proportional nor measurable, and that heart you melted and the emotions you provoked belong to you. I’d rather be smashed and broken to pieces with you than be whole without you. I’d rather remain a beast for you than become a man who has to survive without you.”