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

I stroke his cheek, careful not to press where his fading bruises are. “What if you get tired of me down the road?”

“Complete and utter nonsense. I’d get tired of myself before I’d ever get tired of you, and we both know that I believe myself to be God’s gift to humans.”

I chuckle and he opens his eyes, a sly grin lifting the corner of his lips. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“That you love me. I want to hear you say it.”

I release a sigh. I have no qualms about how different and absolutely thrilling being in a relationship with Landon is. I know if maybe down the line, I find someone else or end things between us, he’ll revert to his toxic ways faster than I can blink.

But that’s the thing.

I’m definitely as crazy as Landon is, because I do believe that we are the forever type of couple. For us, breaking up is impossible.

If he doesn’t make sure of it, I will.

There’s no way I’d let another woman have him. Not in this lifetime.

I grab his face with both hands and whisper against his mouth, “I love you, Lan.”

He inches closer until his lips nearly brush against mine. “And I love you, Mia. Forever.”

His lips meet mine and he seals the confession with a searing kiss.





EPILOGUE 1—MIA





THREE MONTHS LATER





Life has never made as much sense as it does lately.

Or maybe it started to make sense after Landon slid into my life and wreaked havoc on the very foundation of my being.

In return, he offered me himself—unfiltered, unapologetic, and absolutely unhinged.

Today, he’s offering something more in the form of a peek into his past.

He brought me to London so I could meet his parents over the summer vacation.

He’s tried to bring me here countless times, but I’ve always told him I wasn’t ready, more out of cowardice than anything else; however, he’s always respected my decision and hasn’t pushed me to make the trip.

His parents should’ve come to New York after he got shot, but Landon asked my father, who’s now a big fan of his—since he saved both me and Maya—to bury the incident so that his parents wouldn’t find out.

He disguised the injury as something minor he suffered while working out and said it was pointless to worry his parents.

“The time some prick stabbed me, they didn’t leave my side for days and Mum wouldn’t stop crying. I prefer not to repeat that,” he said.

Naturally, no police were involved in the incident due to my parents’ influence. Mr. and Mrs. Pratt were dumped somewhere no one but my father knows and their names were casually added to the MIA list. Landon’s name was never mentioned in regards to her death and he faced no legal inquiry whatsoever.

At any rate, I couldn’t push back the date to meet his parents anymore. Besides, I’ve always been curious about the two people who made Landon, Brandon, and Glyndon. Three siblings with entirely different personalities.

As we step to the front door, I pull on my blue dress, even though it reaches my knees. “Are you sure you told them I was coming?”

“On my face? Why would I tell Mum and Dad that?”

“Landon!” I hit his arm. “Can you not talk about sex when your parents are on the other side of the door?”

“Why not? They have sex, too. All the time, if I might add. We’re sex-positive in this household. If any of us were to bring home an alien, they’d welcome it with open arms.”

“Are you saying I’m an alien?”

“The sexiest alien.”

I’m about to hit his arm again, but the door opens and my spine jerks into a straight line.

“I told you to wait until they come inside,” a tall, well-built man with strikingly blond hair says. I recognize the resemblance between him and his sons right away. Lan and Bran have his jaw and the same mythical blue shade of eyes.

He has his arm on the small of a shorter woman’s back. Her green eyes, which she definitely passed down to Glyn, twinkle with mischief and I can’t stop staring at her shiny long brown hair that falls in waves. “I’m just a bit impatient to meet Lan’s special guest.”

Landon wraps an arm around my waist, mirroring his father, and says, “Mum, Dad. Meet my girl and your future daughter-in-law, Mia Sokolov.”

I stare at him.

Future daughter-in-law?

I don’t have time to focus on that as Landon’s mom, Astrid, offers me a big, welcoming smile. “It’s so nice to meet you, Mia. I’ve been dreaming about the day Lan would introduce us to his special someone. He’s never brought anyone over, you know.”

“None of them were worth it,” he replies simply, without batting an eye.

“I heard from Glyn and Bran that you single-handedly put a leash on Lan’s crazy,” his dad says. “I like you already.”

“We’re officially impressed,” Astrid says. “This one right here has always been a wild horse.”

“And always will be. I just happen to have a partner in crime now.” He pulls me closer to his side. “Let us in. I’m starving.”

Astrid grabs my arm and leads me inside, leaving Lan in his father’s company.

“Any news about your brother?” I hear Levi ask.