God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods #3) by Rina Kent

“By FaceTiming you and fooling around on social media.”

“That’s my girl.” Ava pulls her closer to her side, grinning. “It still sucks that your brother had you under house arrest because there was a stupid initiation.”

My heartbeat picks up as vibrant memories of being at someone’s mercy flow through me.

I quickly chase them away before Ava gets a hint of my turbulent emotions that are more frequent than usual today.

“I know.” Annika sighs, toying with a fluffy bunny ear on her pajamas. “But it was a big event for the Heathens and Jer wouldn’t trust anyone but his guards to keep an eye on me while he was out doing what he does.”

“That still sucks. But anyway, did you get a glimpse of the action?” Ava asks with hearts in her eyes. She’s so transparent about enjoying anything adrenaline-induced and is completely hopeless in that department.

“Nope. I couldn’t see anything while I was locked up in my ivory tower. Even the balcony and window had to be closed at all times.”

“Yikes.”

“I know, but I heard from some of the guards that there was a hunt, like a literal one, where the Heathens’ members hunt the participants and inflict any type of violence they see fit.”

I shiver, tightening my grip on the teacup instead of scratching at the skin of my palms and entirely giving away my reaction.

Ava, however, claps her hands together. “Sounds so fun.”

That’s because you weren’t there. “What’s so fun about hurting people for pleasure?”

“They signed up for it, though. They could’ve not.” Ava waves me away.

“That doesn’t give the Heathens the right to torture people like that.”

“Yeah, yeah, Miss All Pretty Morals and Righteous Principles.” Ava rolls her eyes. “I swear you sound like a grandma sometimes. Scratch that. Nana is more fun than you.”

I scowl and she grins. “Still love you to death.”

Nice save. It’s impossible to be mad at Ava for more than a minute.

Anni smiles at me. “If it’s any consolation, I also think it’s wrong.”

“Then why can’t you stop it?”

“Are you joking? I can’t stop anything. Hell, I can’t even control my own life. All I’m capable of is watching from afar like a perfect spectator.” Her features fall before she quickly sobers up. “On the bright side, I didn’t feel lonely, because I talked to Ava.”

“Always here to serve.” My childhood friend squeezes her in a side hug.

“Hey, Anni,” I start. “I heard the Heathens’ members wear neon Halloween-like masks. Is that true?”

“I guess so, yeah. Look.” She pulls out her phone, scrolls, then shows me a picture on killian.carson’s IG account. It has the five neon-stitch masks with the caption:

Night of mischief.

“Do you know which is which?” I ask.

“Nope. They never wear their masks around me.”

My shoulders hunch. It was too much to hope that Anni knows who is who. Anyway, it’s not like I want to know the identity of Orange Mask.

I do not.

“Wait a minute.” Ava snatches Anni’s phone to stare at the picture. “How come there are five masks? I thought the Heathens was composed of Jeremy, Gareth, Nikolai, and Killian. Who’s the fifth member?”

“No clue.” Anni’s brows crease. “He certainly doesn’t show up at the mansion. Only the four you just mentioned live together.”

Could it be Orange Mask?

“This is so interesting.” Ava has those heart eyes again. “I wonder who this mystery person is. Maybe we can investigate this.”

“Absolutely not,” I say in a forceful tone.

“Come on, please, Cecy. We can find out a lot of secret stuff. It’ll be so fun.”

“You won’t find it fun if your life is at risk or if one of these mystery people catches you.”

“Oh, please. Your fantasy is something like that.”

I freeze.

Heat rises over my neck and cheeks and I stare at Ava as if she’s grown three additional heads and is judging me with each one of them.

“T-that’s not true! My fantasy is a nice, normal man. That’s obviously a rare currency in this day and age.”

“That’s a no, no. When we were drunk at Remi’s last birthday party, you said something different, and I believe drunk Cecy. She’s the real version of you.”

I’m going to kill drunk me.

And Ava, too. How could she bring that up?

Just as I’m about to figure out the best murder plan, the door opens and Glyndon, my and Ava’s childhood friend and Lan’s sister, comes inside.

She’s the most petite of the three of us—but not more than Anni—has long honey-colored hair, where the brown and blonde overlap in a beautiful balayage, and loves wearing shorts, even during the spring.

In theory, since Glyn and I are more introverted, we should be the closest, but when we’re in each other’s company, we actually prefer silence more than anything.

Sometimes, when she’s stuck in her own head, she reminds me of Landon, but the similarities stop there. She’s too sweet to ever be compared to Lan and his antagonizing nature.

She throws her bag down on the way inside and joins us. I stand to pick it up, then hang it in place instead of getting caught up in the subject at hand.