God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

“No, and I wasn’t rooting for Lan.” “Then were you rooting for me?” “I don’t think so.”

“That means it’s a possibility. I’ll believe that you were cheering me on.” “Why is that important?” He lifts a shoulder, but his arm tightens around my middle. “Beats me.”

This is the first time he’s sort of hugged me outside of sex, and I want to extend the moment for as long as possible.

“Why?” he asks, his tone curious instead of accusatory. “Because I want to.” “Why would you want to?” “I told you. Because I want to get to know you.”

“Spending the night won’t allow you to get to know me.”

“Maybe not, but it’s ...

What the fuck am I doing? None of this is going to plan, and I can’t find a name for whatever ‘this’ is.

It’s as confusing as the girl who’s causing the whole fucked-up change. I hate change, especially when I haven’t anticipated it. There’s nothing more irritating than being in a situation I can’t predict.

I thought I knew Cecily Knight, that I’d found her buttons and identified everyth...

This scene happened after she announced that she’d be staying the night. She shouldn’t want to stay the night. I was fully expecting her to run after she saw me pummel her fucking prince. I had every intention of hunting the fuck out of her if that were the case, but still, the fact that she not only didn’t run but also came here early brought about an unwelcome change.

When I felt her presence behind me, I was overtaken by a powerful emotion that was novel to me. Because instead of nursing the fucker’s wounds, she came to me. She chose me. Or did she?

Why the fuck would she trust me enough to stay and even sleep on my lap?

She’s so full of life, despite some of her dissociating episodes that are becoming fewer and farther between.

What started as a game of twisted lust and beastly desire is turning into dangerous possessiveness and a deranged obsessiveness I can’t put a halt to.

I’m going to make his life hell. It won’t be easy or fast. It won’t end with torture or fucking death.

“Jeremy,” she repeats, blinking away the moisture gathered in her lids. “I’m right here.” “I know.”

Usually, no one hears me screaming for help in my head, but you did.”

This is the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen. Usually, I do anything to kill any hint of softness or humanity she tries to see in me, but right now, I can’t.

That motherfucker will wish for death when I get my hands on him.

“You didn’t know.” “But she did.” “No, she didn’t. She only had a feeling, that’s all.”

“But I should’ve listened to her.” “You. Didn’t. Know.” I enunciate every word. “Don’t blame yourself for something you can’t control. That’s where vicious ghosts lurk.”

She’s watches me intently, without blinking, as if she’s seeing a part of me she never thought existed before.

“I’m the last person you should feel safe around, Cecily.”

“But I do.” “Despite everything I do to you?” “I wanted that. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come here every day.”

I thought she did it because of the threats. Well, fuck me. She came because she wanted to? And she’...

“Would you have preferred to have this arrangement with Landon?”

“In the beginning, I admit that I wanted it to be Landon. I had a crush on him long before I had a boyfriend, so he was like an unreachable god to me. One I would’ve done anything to stay close to.”

Her feelings for him are a ‘were.’ She’s glad it wasn’t him who made the fantasy come true, which means she’s glad it’s me.

choose to believe that. “And you think I do care?” I ask like a dick.

“Sometimes.” Sometimes is enough. For now.

I was so intent on leaving earlier, but instead, I do something I’ve never done before. I stay.

I was sort of daydreaming about two days ago when Jeremy not only let me stay, but he also actually slept beside me.

but after that, he stepped in the shower with me, and then he carried me to the bed upstairs.

Naked. With his large body wrapped around me.

Some sort of a connection blossomed between us that night, which is probably why I felt safe and offered him truths I don’t usually talk about to anyone.

“What were you thinking about so intently that you totally door-slammed me?” Your brother.

He’s protected her since she was born and maybe that’s part of the reason why I choose to think he has some humanity beneath all the freezing ice.

I was sick with worry and couldn’t sleep. And while I was struggling with my demons and nearly throwing up due to nausea, that girl probably spent the night by his side.

Jeremy’s eyes find me before I even cross the street, and it’s like they’re storms brewing in the distance.

“Can you believe that she said she won’t only marry Jeremy but she’ll also make me a maid of honor? The audacity, the nerve, the gumption!”

someone I’m not even dating. On the other, I hate that I can’t stop. But what I hate even more is that I care.

What do you want for dinner?

I’m going out with friends and I won’t be coming tonight. So you can have whatever dinner you want. Come over after you’re done. No. I wasn’t asking, Cecily. And I wasn’t stuttering, Jeremy. I’m having a night off.

The world isn’t a safe place. And while I want to get out of here, I can’t just leave Ava alone.

I can’t help scanning our surroundings for Eli’s presence. If he has eyes here—and he has eyes everywhere—then she’s in deep trouble.

large hand grips Steven’s shoulder. A masculine, veiny, very familiar hand.

I swear my heart flutters when I see exactly who’s in front of me. My eyes slide over Jeremy’s impressive build, the jeans and leather jacket that hug his muscles, before they finally lock on his cold, blank face.

“Fuck. Off. Touch her again and a bleeding nose will be the least of your worries.”

“Did you think anyone else could touch you, Cecily? Hmm? That someone else would be able to put their fucking hands on what’s mine?”

“My fucking property.”