Wrath of an Exile (The River Styx Heathens #1)

by Monty Jay

Consider me her last victim because, goddamn, this girl... This girl is…fuck.

I don’t believe in God. But Phi’s pussy might just make me a born-again Catholic, because if this is what heaven feels like? I’d sell my soul twice to stay here.

My vicious, broken puppet. Her lonely, angry puppeteer.

He’s like the moon. Silent, distant, yet impossible to ignore. You don’t just see him—you feel him, like the pull of the tide. There’s a gravity to him, an undeniable allure that draws me in without permission, a quiet strength that makes it hard to look away.

“Respectfully, your niece swings on grown men and has impulse control issues. I think she’s gonna be just fine.”