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513 pages, ebook
First published December 6, 2019
I'd love to see their Airsentry, Lance Orion, on his ass," Dante said excitedly. "I'm gonna make sure I'm as good as him when we play them.
"That I'll do whatever it takes to bring down the person who took my brother from me. I'll give anything, sacrifice anything. So if it takes every piece of me, my freedom, my future, my life and my soul then that's what it takes. I don't care. I've just got to get justice for him."
"By the stars, Gabriel. I'm sick of your mood swings. You're a merry-go-round and i'm getting off the ride now. If oyu have feelings for me, you should just own them because honestly it's kind of pathetic that you can't."
"Fuck you, Ryder," I snarled. "I'm so over this."
"I just don't understand why you fought so hard against what we had but you have no problem jumping into bed with that fucking hakuna matasshole," Ryder snapped as I dropped into my seat.
"Hai la forza di tutte le stelle e lo spirito di un guerriero, amore mio. Non hai bisogno di nessuno. Neanche tua madre. Ma tu hai me."
"You should never think of yourself as not good enough, Leo," I breathed, cupping his cheek in my hands. "You're on of the best people I know."
And unbalanced didn’t really cover it with me. Hell, it was probably one of the better diagnosis I could have been branded with. Obsessive. Vengeful. Shattered. Psychotic. Broken. I could be given enough labels to fill a short book.
“Aren’t you going to ask why I decided to beat the shit out of some asshole in a men’s room?” I asked.
Ryder’s lips twitched in the barest hint of a smile. “Do you need a reason?”
“You know, relying on other people from time to time isn’t the worst thing in the world,” he teased.
“Well, everyone I’ve ever relied on has either lied, left or died. So I don’t make that mistake anymore,” I said simply, climbing off of him and out of the bed.
Maybe I was more fucked up than I thought. Like one of those kidnap victims who got Stockholm Syndrome and fell for their captors. Except my brand of crazy probably didn’t have a name. I doubted there were many people who had gone undercover to try and find their brother’s killer and then started to feel things for all four of their main suspects.
“Immune to Charisma, unwilling to feed you and a natural born thief, wherever did you find this little treasure, Leon?” Reginald asked, seeming amused by our display.
“She just strolled right into my life like some kind of goddess of chaos,” Leon said, his eyes on me.
“I like you like this, bloody and broken and bleeding from the inside and out. There’s something so pure about you like this. So real,” he said as his fingers pressed against my skull more firmly, a shot of pain feeding his power a moment before his healing magic took it away again.
Smiling wasn’t something I allowed myself to indulge in often, but around her it was difficult not to give in to it. Not that I’d let her see when I could help it. Smiling was a weakness. And if Elise realised I had those, she’d probably cast me aside. I had a reputation and that was what most girls were attracted to about me. Because in all honesty, I didn’t have much else going for me when you dug beneath that.
“Hmm her password isn’t satanic bitch, any other ideas, baby?” I nudged Elise with my knee and she looked up at me with a grin.
“Have you tried sour-faced trout?” I barked a laugh, typing it in. “Damn. I was sure you had it.”
(…)
She pulled the laptop closer and typed in loser-whore, can’t drive for shit, and invasive fishlips. I couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re not going to guess it,” I said
“I feel like shit and my room is full of loud assholes, will you rescue me?” I begged, not even caring about the fact that I sounded desperate.
(…)
“Elise isn’t here,” Leon said cheerily as he stood in the doorway even though they could both see me.
Someone caught me by the belt and yanked me backwards. My ass hit the ground and I turned to find Ryder standing there with a smirk on his face.
“I was really fucking tempted for a Scar – Mufasa moment right then,” he said and I stared at him, unable to process the fact Ryder fucking Draconis had just saved my neck.
“What changed your mind?” I got to my feet, brushing off the seat of my pants and stuffing the coin into my pocket.
“Mufasa didn’t hang off that cliff by his ass.” Ryder shrugged and started to walk away.
“You wanna watch The Lion King with me sometime? It’s clearly your favourite!” I called after him, but he ignored me, heading past the library and slowing as he approached someone in the shadows.
I was left in the wake of Hurricane Elise once again.


🌺 dante and leon >>>>>>>> ryder and gabriel. they're not even playing in the same league.
🌺 could gareth's plot move ANY slower?? 😩
🌺 i liked elise's boat scene with dante & when they conjure up a storm, when she goes to meet leon's family and even her little date with ryder was cute. the rest just made this feel like a filler book :/