Remorse (Rhodes #0.5) by Rina Kent

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Thank you so much for reading Remorse! I had so much fun writing Eva and Arthur’s story, so I hope you had fun reading it, too!



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Ruin’s Blurb



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Darkness frightened her, but a killer becomes her muse.



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Aaron

Death was all I lived for. Until she came along.

Lively. Beautiful. Spicy.

I need to kill her, but the urge to keep her is stronger.

For the first time in my life, I defy my demons for her.

The price? One of us has to die.



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Mae

Darkness scared me. Until him.

Mysterious. Dangerous. Deadly.

He terrified me, but his hidden layers intrigued me more.

I can’t help being attracted to the man within. To his beautiful madness and twisted mind.

Even if being entangled in his world could lead to my ruin…

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All The Lies Excerpt





Help!

Someone help!

Please help me!

“No one will help you, monster.”



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I crack my eyes open and wince. The back of my head feels as heavy as metal.

Constant beeping. Smell of bleach and coffee. Classical music.

The moment blinding white light penetrates my eyelids, I screw them shut again.

I’m obviously at the wrong place in the wrong time.

Isn’t there a song about that?

“Reina?”

Someone’s fingers force my lids open and shove another blinding light into my line of sight. My pupils burn with the intrusiveness of it.

“Miss Ellis, can you hear me?”

“Reina, honey, open your eyes.”

Reina? Who the hell is Reina?

There’s something wrong about that name. Completely freaking wrong.

Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong name.

The voices continue drifting in and out around me. Someone calls me Miss Ellis. An older voice keeps calling me Reina. And then there’s another presence, someone I can’t quite pinpoint.

His masculine voice is like a dark forest in the middle of a starless night. It’s deep and rough around the edges as if all the ruthlessness in the world has been injected into it. It’s scary how much a voice can relay.

It’s almost crippling how much a voice can become a subject of nightmares.

All the other voices keep asking if I’m fine and telling me to open my eyes, but not him.

No.

The nightmare voice is calm, unlike them. He’s composed and speaks with chill-inducing purpose. “Wake up, monster. You don’t get to die just yet.”

His words register slowly. It’s my brain. The useless thing understands with delay.

My heart thumps loud and hard at the threat in those words, at what he called me.

Monster.

This can’t be true.

It’s a dream—no, a nightmare. Soon, it’ll all end and I’ll go back to normal.

Only…what’s normal?

I’m not Reina or Miss Ellis or whatever the hell they keep calling me. I’m someone else.

I’m…I don’t know who I am. Reina is familiar, but it isn’t me.

Wrong. Everything is so damn wrong.

My trips in and out of consciousness become exhausting. It’s like I’m playing hide and seek with the darkness; only I’m not sure if I’m running away from it or sprinting toward it.

There’s something enchanting about the darkness…a push, a pull. It’s like a haunting lullaby with ever-changing lyrics.

I keep trying to avoid the blinding light and the voices. So many damn voices surround me like audible torture.

They keep heightening and magnifying, and there’s no way I can stop them from assaulting my senses.

They’re like an unreachable itch beneath the skin.

Then, one day, when I think I’m about to go crazy, my eyes open. Or maybe my brain finally catches up to that fact.

The back of my head aches, and so do my limbs. It’s as if someone beat me up with a baseball bat.

Wait…is that what happened?

The blinding light renews the urge to close my eyes again, but I don’t. I keep them wide open—as wide as I can considering the circumstances.

If I close them again, I might never open them back up. I’ll return to the hide and seek game with the darkness.

I’ll go mad for sure.

My surroundings are blurry. Mismatched shades of white become more and more defined the harder I focus. A headache lodges firmly at my temples the more I try to make out my immediate environment.

White walls. The same bleach smell. No classical music or coffee this time, which probably means the man with the older voice who used to talk to me isn’t here anymore.

“Miss Ellis, you’re back,” a soft voice calls from beside me before an Asian woman’s kind face comes into view.

Her black hair is tied into a bun underneath her white cap, and some wrinkles surround her pulled brown eyes.