God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

That’s what I take solace in—the images of fictional characters.

Jeremy Volkov isn’t a person who I can stand up to and hope to come out of the encounter unscathed. He’s not an entity that can be dealt with logically and hope for favorable results.

“Why are you interested in me, Jeremy?” Her voice echoes in the silence with resignation. “What makes you think I am?” “The fact that you were stalking me.” “I was keeping an eye on you.” “Why?” The molten green of her eyes fires up. “Why me?” “Because you had the audacity to capture my attention.” “Can I un-capture it?” “That’s not even a word. And the answer is no. You can’t make me do anything, Cecily. All my decisions are taken inward. Your actions, or the lack thereof, have no influence whatsoever, so don’t act stupid or desperate in order to drive me away. That will only make me retaliate and you’ll be collateral damage.”

It might be sadistic, downright demented, but I want to be the reason behind her extreme emotions.

“I’m not a nice man, Cecily. I won’t pretend otherwise, or I’d be doing you and myself a disservice. What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re what makes you who you are.”

“You’re the fire to my icy heart, and while I loathed that at the beginning, I soon came to the realization that I can’t survive without that fire. My feelings for you are nowhere near conventional. They’re neither proportional nor measurable, and that heart you melted and the emotions you provoked belong to you. I’d rather be smashed and broken to pieces with you than be whole without you. I’d rather remain a beast for you than become a man who has to survive without you.”