God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

“What if he doesn’t?” “Then I’ll be the one to break his bones.”

“Uncle? Why are you calling this late? Are you dead?” “Obviously not,”

“What happened? She was texting me just fine yesterday.” “Someone broke her heart and we need to break his legs.”

“Who the fuck did this to you?”

“Fuck, baby. Open your eyes. Tell me who did this.”

“Who the fuck did this to you?” I don’t recognize the masked rage in my deadly calm tone.

Eeeek

I have not a shadow of a doubt that the little rabbit is flipping my world upside down. And I’ll let her. Because she’s mine. And I’ll set the whole fucking world on fire to make sure she remains safe.

“I also didn’t want you to feel guilty for a life I took for your sake. Because, unlike your claims, I do think from your perspective. And I’m also well aware that if I take one life, I’ll need to feel that rush again and again, until I get caught for it. While that option might have been negotiable in the past, it’s absolutely not a possibility now since it means I’d have to leave you.”

“Quit questioning everything I say or do. It really gets on my last nerve. Yes, I’m manipulative, but not with you. I have always been direct about what I want from you.” “And what is that?” “You being mine. I’ll give you the world in return.”

“Don’t go putting labels on me. See, what I gather about love is that it’s noble, tender, and means if you love someone enough, you may have to let them go. Understand this, Glyndon, there’s nothing noble or tender about what I feel for you. It’s a violent volcano of obsession, possession, and deranged lust. If you want love, then I do love you, but it’s the unorthodox version of love. I love you enough to let you within my walls. I love you enough to let you talk to my demons. I love you enough to allow you to have a hold over me when I’ve never allowed anyone to have the power to destroy me from the inside out.”