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

No, I can’t.

That part of me is trapped in an unremarkable capsule that’s hidden deep in the forest.

I’ve forgotten what my voice sounded like. But even if I do speak, puberty has already changed it. Sometimes, I think it’s probably like Maya’s, but deep inside me, a distant memory of it tells me there were some differences.

“We don’t want to push you,” Mom continues. “But have you considered that maybe you gave up on therapy way too soon?”

“We talked about this. Therapy was doing nothing for me and I hated it there. I hated dissecting myself in front of strangers and not getting any results.” My movements are jerkier, angrier, and more disturbed.

Like everything inside me tonight.

“Fine, I understand. I just want you to know that the option is always on the table.”

She’s about to say something else when a tall figure appears behind her and says in a soothing British accent, “What’s taking you so long, princess?”

My father’s face comes on the screen and I’m struck by how much I miss them both. I’m eighteen going on nineteen, but I still want to hug my parents for comfort.

Kyle Hunter is tall, dark, and classically handsome. Where Maya and I take after Mom and Aunt Reina, Nikolai resembles him. But while Dad appears sophisticated and elegant but is secretly a menace, Nikolai is openly a menace. He’s rougher around the edges and definitely doesn’t have Dad’s discreet modus operandi.

A wide grin illuminates his features when he sees me and speaks in a subtle British accent. “Mia, is that you?”

I wave.

“What a fantastic surprise. Wait. Isn’t it late over there?”

“Yeah, but I just miss you guys,” I sign.

“Which is why you should’ve stayed here instead of flying to the other side of the ocean,” he says for the thousandth time since we got here. “Now I can’t hug my baby girl whenever I want to.”

“I’ll have Niko hug me on your behalf,” I sign.

“Doesn’t count.”

“Leave her alone.” Mom swats him teasingly. “She’s old enough to decide where she wants to be.”

“Which should be beside me. Just saying.” Dad leans forward. “Is there anyone bothering my little Mia? Should I go there and perhaps erase them from the records?”

“Kyle!” Mom protests.

“What? That’s the least I can do to whoever is causing the perturbed look in my little girl’s eyes.”

He knows, too.

Of course he does.

My parents have always been the best and have made me feel loved from a very young age, but ever since that incident a decade ago, they’ve become more attuned to me.

To the point of overprotection.

That’s part of the reason why I wanted to leave New York and join Nikolai here. Maya also needed to do her thing without being supervised every step of the way.

“I’m fine, Dad. I’m feeling so much better now that I’ve talked to you guys.”

“We love you, Mia,” Mom says.

“I love you, too,” I sign, and as I hang up, I catch a glimpse of my father kissing the top of her head.

I’ve always admired the fierce way they love and protect each other. They’re a power couple and clash sometimes, but they still have each other’s backs. Their relationship is one of my favorite memories from home.

As the screen goes black, the sense of safety that I got from talking to my parents vanishes.

The lights in the room are still on, but I can feel the darkness creeping in from the corners, about to suffocate me.

I grab my pillow and phone and sprint to my sister’s room.

I fling her door open and flick on the light.

“Ugh, what?” Maya groans from the bed and covers her head.

I go to her side and she removes her glittery eye mask, grumbling. “Don’t mess with my beauty sleep or I will cut a bitch…” she trails off upon seeing what must look like terror on my face.

She doesn’t probe or push. She doesn’t even ask.

Maya and I share a special relationship and she must feel the unease that’s gripping me by the throat.

My sister pulls the cover back and taps the spot beside her. I don’t think twice as I dive in next to her.

“Thank you,” I sign.

“There’s no thanks needed between us, idiot. Go to sleep. I’m here.”

She pats my shoulder in a soothing rhythm like a mother who’s putting her child to sleep. When I close my eyes, I can feel her sliding her sleep mask back on.

Unlike me, Maya can only sleep when it’s pitch-black, but she doesn’t comment on the strong light I blazed in her room or how I invaded her space.

Whenever I need an anchor, she’s there for me without question.

I’m drifting to sleep myself when my phone vibrates.

After making sure Maya is out, I pull it out and stare at the text.

Unknown Number: Asleep?

Who…?

My phone vibrates again.

Unknown Number: You can’t be asleep after you woke this thing in me. Come out. I need to recreate the scene from tonight.

My fingers shake around the phone. Landon?

How did he get my number? More importantly, what the hell is he still doing up past two in the morning?

My phone vibrates again and I nearly jump out of my skin.