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.

Fuck…. This is eerily accurate….

Autocorrect changes, “Congrats on getting married!” to “Congrats on getting murdered!”

Hahahahahha!!!! I’m dead!!!!

The second glass of wine goes straight to my head, and soon the twilight sky is just a blur of light. I think I’m drunk.

After only Two glasses??? Bruh…. WTF am I doing wrong??? What kind of wine is this.. ever clear??

I fumble around for the bottle but spot it on its side far out of reach. Apparently I drank it all.

Ok …. This tracks… 😏😏

Blood spurts from the wound. Pitch chokes on it as he slumps down the wall.

Oh shit!!!!

“I’ve brought you to safety,” he answers, and I snort. “I doubt that.”

Ok I’m irritated…. Is she gonna be dumb the whole fucking book???

“How did we get here?” I ask again. “I brought you.” “Obviously. But how?”

Jesus fucking Christ… she is isn’t she… she’s gonna be fucking dumb!!!

“It’s where all supernaturals come from,” she says with an air of superiority. “Demons. Witches. Vampires. Fae. Shifters.”

Ohhhhh… this just for interesting….

I kiss him. He goes stiff at first, maybe caught off guard by it, but then he gives in too, and his responding kiss turns hungry.

Ummmm aren’t you bleeding out???

The pain from my wounds fades away. I’m not sure if it’s the pleasure overriding it, or if he’s somehow healed me like he does for Arthur.

Oh… ok well that answers that….

Like summer and sin.

Mmmm my favs..😏😏😏

Not even an hour ago, I was falling to my death. I feel like I’m falling again, but I can’t tell if it’s the dangerous kind or the divine. I’ve never been fucked like this.

Bruh…. You’re just gonna start in the middle like this??? WTFFFF

There’s a very distinct circle at his sternum where the mark isn’t black but puckered white like a scar. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was an exact match for my birthmark.

Ohhhhhh!!!! Fated Mates????

I pause at mid-thigh where Ryder had cut me open. The skin is completely healed with only a pink slash where the wound had been. I scan my chest and find the same thing.

Did she do it or did he?