God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
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I did put on my shorts and shirt first, though. Talking about Killian is one thing, but letting Mum see the savage marks he left on my body is entirely different.

Thank God, I kept my clothes after I bought the dress—that the brute tore.

After the call, my throat has turned dry, so I tiptoe out of the room and sneak down the stairs.

My steps come to a stop at the threshold of the kitchen and I grip my phone tighter when I realize someone is there.

Shit.

“Oh, Glyn. Come in.” Reina tells me with a smile.

She’s wearing a gorgeous blue satin robe that matches the color of her eyes. “Did you need something?”

I clear my throat to fight the scratchiness. “Just some honey and lemon if you have them.”

“How about I make you herbal tea with honey? It’ll soothe your throat in no time.”

“That would be great, thanks.”

She fixes me a cup of tea that’s similar to hers and places some honey in it.

We sit across from each other and I take the first sip, then wince.

“It’s hot, be careful.” She slides a glass of water in my direction and I take it.

“Thanks. Do you always wake up in the middle of the night to drink herbal tea?”

“Only when I’m too excited to sleep.” She beams. “It’s so rare to have both Gaz and Kill visiting at the same time.”

Her expression becomes distant and a sad smile lifts her lips. “No one told me they’d grow up this fast and leave me. I wish they would go back to being my little boys.”

I sip from the cup and thankfully, it’s not that hot. “Mum says that, too, about us.”

“All moms do.”

We remain silent for a bit as I contemplate the best way to broach the subject that’s been bugging me since I first heard about it.

Apparently, today is courage day, because I murmur, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“It’s about the incident that happened when Killian was seven.”

Her grip tightens around the cup. “He told you about that?”

“Yes, and he also said that you’ve been afraid of him since. Is that true?”

She pauses, then takes a long sip of her tea. “He thinks that?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not true. I would never be scared of my own son. I’m just…scared of what he could do.” Her gaze gets lost in the distance as her finger traces the rim of her cup. “At that moment, I realized that he’s different, that he has no limits and no one can force them on him. Let’s just say, I have bad memories about people like that. But that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of him.”

Hope blossoms in my chest. If it’s all a misunderstanding, then maybe Killian can move on from that part of his childhood.

Yes, it won’t heal him, since he’s not actually sick, but it’ll at least offer him closure. These are his parents, after all, and no matter how much he wants to pretend it doesn’t affect him, I know it does, at least a little.

“I didn’t know Kill thought that. I’ll talk to him.”

“Please don’t say I told you about it.”

“Don’t worry. We girls have to stick up for each other, remember?” She smiles and places her hand on mine. “Thank you, Glyn.”

“For what?”

“For bringing my baby boy home and putting the light back in his eyes. He lost it years ago and I thought I would never see it again.”

I’m about to say she’s imagining things and that I couldn’t be the reason when a male voice calls from down the hall, “Prom queen? Where are you? You know I can’t sleep without you by my side.”

“Shhh, keep our talk a secret.” She puts a finger to her mouth. “That’s my cue to go.”

Reina slips out of the kitchen and I sneakily follow after her to see how Mr. Carson wraps her in his arms, kisses the top of her head, and stares at her the way Dad stares at Mum.

Like he honestly can’t live without her.

God, will I ever have someone look at me that way?

After they disappear up the stairs, I go back to the kitchen to finish my tea and check my messages.

There’s one from an unknown number at the top. I’m about to delete it, not feeling like getting caught in their mind games anymore, but the <<