God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

“You can hide from the whole world, but you don’t need to do so in front of me, baby.”

“Leave again and I will fucking tie you to me,”

Killian breathes me in, slowly. “You make the demons go away, even temporarily.” “How?” “Beats me. Whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it. I like how quiet it is up here.”

“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.”

“Are you sure you won’t get bored of me, after all?” I poke. “Oh, baby. Not even after death.” I smile because I know he means every word. “Good, because guess what?” “What?” I lean over and whisper, “I’m yours.” His nostrils flare and a muscle clenches in his jaw. “Repeat that.” “I’m yours, Killian. I think I’ve been yours since we first met.”

In fact, I tip my hat to you for protecting her during the time I wasn’t in her life, but know this—you’ll never be able to take her away from me. You can break my legs and arms, but I can still crawl toward her.”

“Maybe Nikolai was right.” This time, he opens one eye. “About?” “He said I’m so special to you that it’s scary to imagine how you’d be without me.” “I don’t have to, because there won’t be me without you, little rabbit.”

“If I ask, it means you’ll get to say no, and you know I don’t take that for an answer. Not about this.”