Author: Rina Kent
Genre: Romance
Year: 2022
Series: Legacy of Gods
SUMMARY
Killian Carson is unfeeling, cold-blooded, monstrous…and has developed an obsession with Glyndon that just might be both of their undoing.
Killian Carson is a predator wrapped in sophisticated charm. He’s cold-blooded, manipulative, and vicious. Though his charisma and intelligence fool everyone, Glyndon sees right through him. She sees the psychopath within, and though her brain tells her to run, there’s a secret part of her that knows the monster will only chase her…and she may want to get caught.
Glyndon King has never felt like anyone’s favorite. Her mother and brothers are the artistic talents in the family, and she knows she will never live up to anyone’s expectations. But Killian? He has no expectations except that she is now his. It doesn’t matter that their schools are rivals―their possessive, all-consuming desire may be able to drown out everything else.
But can two people with broken souls truly repair the broken parts of each other’s psyche? Can their dark and sinful desire overcome their history? When it turns out those pasts are more disturbingly entwined than they thought, they may come out stronger, or it may be their unraveling.
GLYNDON
Disasters start on black nights.
Starless, soulless, sparkless nights.
The type of nights that serve as ominous backgrounds in folklore tales.
I peer down on the crashing waves that war with the huge pointy rocks that form the cliff.
My feet tremble on the edge as bloody images roll in my mind with the wrecking force of a hurricane. The replay happens in full, disturbing motion. The rev of the engine, the slide of the car, and eventually, the haunting scratch of metal against rocks and the splash in the deadly water.
There’s no car now, no person inside it, no soul to be dispersed into the unapologetic air.
It’s only the slam of the angry waves and the ferocity of the solid rocks.
Still, I don’t dare to blink.
I didn’t blink back then either. I just stared and stared, then shrieked like a haunted mythical creature.
He didn’t hear me, though. The boy whose body and soul are no longer with us.
The boy who struggled both mentally and emotionally but still managed to be there for me.
A sudden chill runs down my back, and I cross my flannel jacket over my white top and denim shorts. But it’s not the coldness that rattles me to the bone.
It’s the night.
The terror of the merciless waves.