God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods #4) by Rina Kent

What if I accidentally told them the identity of the monster and they get hurt because of it?

I would never forgive myself.

“Why don’t we talk about this Landon? Is he really Kill on steroids as Maya said? Because if that’s the case, we need to discuss it.”

“Yes and no. I won’t paint him as a saint, but that’s the thing, Mom. I’ve never liked saints. I was never attracted to the boys in school and felt so stupidly broken for that. I don’t feel broken when I’m with Lan.”

Her brows pull together in a soft frown and she takes my hands in hers. “Don’t hide anything from me, Mia. Is he taking advantage of you or threatening you in any way?”

“No. I’d cut off his balls before he did that.”

She releases a sigh and smiles a little. “That’s my girl.”

I smile back. “Whose daughter do you think I am?”

“Mine, of course. Now, tell me everything about Landon.”

“He learned sign language for me and helped me set up my own garden. He also plays chess with me and cooks my favorite pasta. He also drives me insane by being so socially and mentally different. But I’m taking my time getting to know him better and he’s letting me in.”

“That’s good.”

“You don’t think I’m being crazy for choosing someone so different?”

“Love is fundamentally crazy, Mia. If it doesn’t have that element of insanity, it’s not love, in my opinion. You have two solutions. Either you take it as it is or you let go. There’s no in-between.”

“You and Dad love each other, and it’s not crazy.”

She laughs, the sound carrying through the room before settling in the space between us. “Oh, we were more than crazy. Like you, I never liked normal either.”

“Really?”

“You think I would’ve ended up with your dad if that weren’t the case? We consume each other, but we also balance each other out. It might be unorthodox, but it works. We have the best three children anyone could ask for. So I’m the last person who’d judge your choices, honey.”

I wrap my arms around her. If only Maya and Nikolai thought the same. But for now, Mom is enough.

“Now, tell me more,” Mom says as we pull apart.

I do, omitting the details that I believe are too much information.

Mom listens carefully, even though I talk for what feels like an hour. I finish the first pudding and get my second serving and I’m still not done. I needed someone to listen to me without judging me since Maya is out of the equation now.

Dad is the one who interrupts our catching-up session. “Your sister wants to talk to you, Mia.”

My shoulders hunch, but I still drag myself up.

“You don’t have to speak to her now,” Mom says. “You can let her cool off for a bit.”

“It’s okay,” I sign and go to find Maya in the sitting room close to the entrance, arms crossed as she studies some of the crowns we made for class as children.

For some reason, Mom chose to display them above the fireplace like some sort of decoration. Maya’s were always more sophisticated than mine, but the teacher praised my crazy patterns. They’re different, she said. Art is about being different, not neat.

“They look so ugly now,” Maya says, still turned away from me. “I don’t know why Mom is being sentimental all of a sudden.”

I won’t step in front of her so she can see me talk. She’s the one who asked me here, so she has to face me. If she ignores me like Nikolai…

Maya turns around, her cheeks red and her eyes glittery. She looks out of sorts, which is so unlike her public image.

“I still love the crowns. They remind me of the times we had fun together,” she says, then sighs. “I’m sorry. I was being irrational and overprotective. I guess it’s hard for me to let you go and I was a bitch about it. I just don’t want to lose you.”

All the anger washes away as easily as it settled there. I simply can’t stay mad at her for long.

“You won’t,” I sign. “We’re twins for life.”

“Does that mean you forgive me?”

“Only if you don’t interfere in my life so negatively again.”

“I won’t. I will try to accept the psycho Landon, I guess.”

“That’s all I need from you, Maya. You’re my best friend and it hurts when you don’t talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.” She hugs me so tight, I can barely breathe. “I’m so sorry, Mia.”

I pat her shoulder to tell her it’s okay. Actually, the thought of never speaking to her again makes me sick, so I’m glad all’s well now.

We hear a commotion at the front door and we head there together.

My steps come to a halt when I see the last person I expected on our front porch.

His face is a map of bruises and one of his eyes is purple, but he still smiles at my parents as he says, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hunter and Mrs. Sokolov. My name is Landon King and I’m Mia’s boyfriend. May I come in?”





36





KYLE





Having lived my life amongst wolves, I recognize one when I see it.

And this Landon, who claims to be my baby girl’s boyfriend, is undeniably one. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the leader of the pack.