Ruthless Demon King (Wrath & Rain, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

I had a strict no-news policy because the news was depressing. The world was burning. A mass shooting every other day. Political discord. Governmental nutjobs. I was already not excelling at life. I didn’t want to add to the shit with more shit.

Nothing is perfect in this world, and allowing something to show its cracks should be beautiful.

Wrath yanks the collar of my shirt down, assessing the wound above my breast. “Describe to me how you feel,” he says, his eyes sweeping over my chest.

“This changes nothing,” I breathe out. His mouth is at my ear when he says, “Oh dieva, this changes everything.” And then he plunges into me and my vision goes white.

“When I find you, dieva,” Wrath says, “I’m going to make you pay for this.”

“In Alius, calling dieva means you’ve claimed someone as yours. It is an unbreakable oath. It means that when a person has called dieva, they will do anything in their power to protect what is theirs.”