God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods, #4)

by Rina Kent

All my plans come to a halt when my gaze clashes with dark-blue eyes. Familiar eyes. The eyes of my enemy and the target of my revenge. Landon fucking King.

I’m standing in front of none other than the Landon King. A charming god, a genius sculptor, and, most importantly, an insufferable bastard.

Some monsters get off on your reaction to pain more than the fact that they’re inflicting it, so never put yourself in a position where you’re someone’s source of entertainment.

“Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”

“You really shouldn’t have caught my interest. Now, I’ll have to swallow you alive, little muse.”

She’s so insane, I love it.

“Because I don’t like to label what I feel for you as love. This”—he points between us—“is much more potent and twisted than mere love. If loving someone means letting them go and wishing them happiness with someone else, then I don’t subscribe to that definition. But if love means protecting and wanting to take care of you till my dying day, then I love you more than anyone has ever loved another human being.”