God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

I planned to end the night as usual—watch from afar and gather clues, but then she stuck earbuds in her ears and some assholes thought it was a good idea to follow her. Only I am allowed to do that.

Deep down, if she was given the choice, she’d never choose me. Which is why she’ll never fucking have that choice.

I resist the urge to stroke the freckles beneath her eyes. The one hundred fifty-three of them. And yes, I counted them.