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

For some reason, I don’t want to talk about what happened back at the initiation. A part of me, a stupid, lovesick part, views it as a betrayal to Landon.

And that’s the epitome of irrationality.

Lan and I aren’t an item. Hell, he has no clue about my feelings for him and had friend-zoned me to the next planet when we were kids.

Not that I’ve liked him since then. I think I started to have a crush on him when I was maybe seventeen and we had a thought-provoking conversation about choosing lives that were independent to our godlike parents’. He said they wouldn’t shadow us if we didn’t allow them to and that if anyone could do it, I could.

There was something so sexy about a man who believed in my potential before I could reach it. Little by little, I developed a crush on him, but due to his obvious lack of interest, I backed off.

I tried to get over him, you know. I even dated, but look where that disaster got me.

Besides, there are just no other guys like Landon. None with his wit, charm, and Machiavellian view of the world.

I don’t really approve of the last part, but nobody’s perfect, right?

“The initiation was brutal,” I say in reply to his last question. “That’s what I meant by I managed to escape. Unscathed. Mostly.”

He watches me intently, his hand stroking the steering wheel in a slow rhythm. “No problems other than that?”

There were only problems.

“The guard did double-check me when he scanned the invitation, but he allowed me in, so I don’t think there were any issues on that front.”

Lan nods silently.

The Heathens rarely invite students from REU to their initiations, considering the whole rivalry with the Elites and whatnot. However, they did send out five invitations this time. All to students who aren’t in the Elites but are close to Landon. As in, his friends—my friends. Not me, the boys.

Naturally, none of them went, and Landon approached me with this crazy idea. What if we direct their weapons against them? We can use one of the invitations they sent to slip inside their compound and see what’s going on for ourselves.

He couldn’t go personally since no amount of disguise would camouflage him. And Lan has been majorly flagged by the Heathens, the Serpents, and the whole of TKU.

So I volunteered my invisibility services.

Now, I’m not sure if that was the right decision or if I could afford to be so brazen, even if it was for Landon.

It cost me things more precious than money or material stuff.

It probed the forbidden fantasies that I’d tucked in the dark corners of my consciousness, hoping they’d be forgotten.

Lan offers me his golden boy smile. “What can you tell me about the inner workings of their compound?”

“I can show you instead.” I pull out my phone and scroll to a simple demonstration I drew on my iPad back at the flat.

Landon grabs the phone from my hand. Our fingers brush, and I my breath catches, but he’s completely oblivious to the electric war he started with a simple touch.

He watches my creation with a raised brow before a smirk lifts his lips.

People call it the evil smirk, the trouble smirk. Whenever he’s wearing it, everyone either runs or hides, because Landon is always plotting one thing, manipulating another, and reaching for the horizon itself.

If he got the chance, he’d kick the planets and toy with the stars.

Everyone in our circle of friends, his twin brother and younger sister included, avoids him like the plague because he could and would make use of them for his grand schemes.

Me? I think they’re only seeing the superficial Landon. Yes, he’s methodical and has little to no moral compass, but he’s not as black as everyone suggests he is.

“This is impressive,” he says after a while. “You even drew camera locations.”

“Those are the ones I saw on the paths I took. There must be others in places I didn’t go to.”

“Don’t be humble. Not even the greatest spies would be able to get this level of detail.” He sends himself a copy, deletes the original file, then gives me my phone and strokes the top of my hair the same as he would his sister and my friend, Glyndon. “You’re such a good sport, Ces.”

I smile even if a part of me doesn’t like the compliment.

Though it’s not the compliment that bothers me—it’s everything else that comes with it.

How he touches me like he does his sister. How he looks at me with nothing of the fire that I hold for him deep in my heart.

Continuing to do him favors and merely existing in his orbit won’t allow me to get close. If I don’t do something about the broken limbo we’re in, I’ll never be anything more to him.

I tuck a stray silver strand of hair behind my ear, feeling refreshed now that I don’t have the annoying wig on. “What do you plan to do next?”

He leans forward against the wheel, wearing a charming yet sadistic smile. “What else can I plan aside from trouble?”

“Can I join?”

“No. It’s dangerous.” He grins. “Uncle Xan will chase me with his grandfather’s famous shotgun and paint a hole where my head used to be if I’m the reason his precious daughter is put in harm’s way.”

“Don’t worry about Papa.”

“Have you seen your papa lately? He’s been sending us daily reminders that if something happens to you, we’ll all pay. In blood. I kind of need that inside my body, not outside it.”