God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1) by Rina Kent

“We agreed not to go there, Glyndon. Devlin was loved by you and he’s remembered by you.”

“But that’s not enough.”

“I’m sure it is for him.”

A long breath whooshes out of me, letting his words sink in. Right. The world never understood Dev, so why should he be remembered by them?

I’m enough.

“Can you tell me the reason behind the trigger of your emotions?”

I rub my palm against my shorts and stare at the crowd where that psycho disappeared. He’s not even in sight anymore, and yet, he’s, without doubt, the reason every stone I carefully laid inside me is tumbling down.

Or at least, he’s the drop that made the cup overflow.

But I can’t tell Dr. Ferrell about that, because he’ll read into everything prior to tonight, and I’m just not ready to let it all out.

Maybe he’ll judge me for keeping it a secret.

Maybe he’ll know the actual reason why I’m keeping it a secret.

So I change direction. “I got a weird text.”

“Of what nature?”

“Someone who keeps telling me that I should’ve had the same fate as Dev and to watch my back.”

“Did their tone sound threatening?”

“It’s weird, but no. I guess my feelings are all over the place if I don’t see what they said as threatening.”

“You have every right to be that way. Don’t beat yourself up for it. And if those texts change in nature, promise you’ll let me know and report it.”


“I promise.”

The crowd buzzes with energy, some people jumping up and down to get a view of the ring.

“I gotta go, Dr. Ferrell. And thanks for listening to me.”

“Anytime.”

I hang up absentmindedly as I focus on the uproar of the crowd.

The students from REU go crazy as Creigh jumps into the ring. He’s wearing white shorts, no shirt, and his hands are wrapped in bandages.

“Go get ’em, spawn!” Remi shouts from the sidelines. “Show them what my lordship raised.”

Landon gives our cousin an ‘I’m watching you’ look from the booth above, most likely telling him that he bet on him. He’s surrounded by a few guys and girls, probably from his stupid club, Elites.

Eli is nowhere to be found, though.

My eyes automatically slip to the other side. On the sidelines stands a huge, heavily intimidating tattooed guy who I think is rumored to run in the same circles as Jeremy. He’s wearing a flashy black satin robe and jumping in place as he punches the air.

I frown. I thought Killian was going to fight Creigh, not someone else. But maybe he changed his mind, after all.

It’s impossible to imagine someone like him willingly losing anything anyway.

“Phew! I didn’t miss the big fight.” Ava slides in beside me, pushing a few rebel blonde hairs away from her eyes.

I search behind her. “Where’s Ces?”

“With Annika in obligatory confinement at the dormitory. She didn’t have to stay with her, but she was like, fuck Jeremy—I know, she really wants to die young—and kept Anni company.” Ava exhales. “That chap is scary as fuck and he doesn’t have to talk to relay it. Just his icy stare is enough. He even has guards and full-on security on freaking campus. I didn’t believe Anni could be anything but the prettiest doll alive, but she’s a mafia princess, after all.”

“Are you sure they’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. He won’t actually hurt his sister. He’s just being overprotective.”

“Cecily isn’t his sister, though.”

“No, but she has balls bigger than his guards. Don’t worry about her.” She throws up a dismissive hand. “Now, what did I miss?”

“The other player is about to get in.” I tilt my head toward the one covered with a satin robe.

“O.M.G. Nikolai Sokolov?”

“You know him?”

“Everyone on campus but you does.” She rolls her eyes. “I have to educate you on everything, I swear. What would you do without me?”

“Flounder in ignorance?”

“Exactly. So you should be thankful. Listen up. So Nikolai is one of the Heathens’ founding members and The King’s U’s rulers. See all those muscles and tattoos? They’re real. This is where you can judge a book by its cover, because Nikolai has an infamous knack for violence. All those bodies that are rumored to have been thrown in the sea? He’s the one who chopped them up. You know how Jeremy is called The Overlord? Nikolai is The Punisher. He’s like their human weapon.”

My blood goes icy. The more I hear about the Heathens, the more I dislike them. “And should Creigh fight a human weapon?”

“He’ll be fine. Cray Cray is a tough devil and our reigning champion. No human weapon will stop him.”

“Still, that guy looks thirsty for blood.”

“That’s because he is.” She searches her surroundings, then leans over and whispers, “He’s in the mafia, too. Like Jeremy.”

“Really?”

“Totally. Like, you know, even his name, Nikolai Sokolov, is actually the same as his great-grandfather who was the founder and ruler of the New York Bratva. And now, both his parents are leaders there. He and Jeremy are ruthless mobsters in the making.”