Afytn and Willa are two of the craziest characters I have encountered in a long time. I knew going into this book, written by two of my favorite horror authors, I was in store for an intense thrill ride and I was definitely not disappointed. Romance, and I use that word very loosely, is barely present in this story. There is more of an evil, tantalizing lust lurking beneath the surface that you aren't sure is fueled by real attraction or just straight up careless obsession. I loved reading about some of the old faces from previous stories and really look forward to the next part of this crazy tale.
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His breathing is normal which tells me that he’s in control of his emotions. When he interlaces his fingers with mine, I know that he’s ready. But when the confident look in his eyes is accompanied with that damn signature sneer of his, I know it’s time to play.
“Know what I was thinking about while you were asleep?” she asks thoughtfully.
Willa lets out a loud sigh and Aftyn grins at her. “Never mind. You’re clearly not in the mood to be an adult right now..."
His eyes are the color of rusty pennies, but it’s my favorite thing about him. I’ve never seen eyes like his before and sometimes I lose myself staring into them. It makes us both blush because I shouldn’t be so damn easily captivated by a feature, but it’s hard not to be.
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They say that the apple never really falls far from the tree—no matter how withered the branch or how rotten the core.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that my dad is a great guy, but he never counted on me showing up. None of them did, and that’s exactly what’s going to make this so fun.
We won’t talk about my mother because chances are, he doesn’t even remember who she is. To most people that’s important, but not if you’re a Meyer.
I just want to make amends with him before I move on—not that I’ve done him wrong, it’s more the other way around. He was too busy getting his rocks off to be a father and that’s understandable.
I don’t fault him for it. Hell, I would have done the same thing.
Guess we’ll see if he lives up to the legends I’ve heard about him because if I’m going this far, I expect fireworks.
This better be worth my time.
I didn’t want to drive hundreds of miles just to stare at someone that’s supposed to be some kind of god.
But my partner-in-crime promises that whatever happens will be something neither of us will ever forget, and I never could say no to a good adventure.
I’ve heard weird rumors that his father lives with another man—someone he “won” from some girl they both used to hang out with, and honestly, that’s the only reason I came.
Besides knowing that the jackal would lose what little grip he has left on reality if his father doesn’t meet his expectations, I’m curious about how someone could be so easily manipulated.
Lucky for me, I’m not one of those people.
If either of them find me, they’re going to be pissed off.
I just hate that they’re always going places without me when I want to go too. He told me that he was my friend but he slights me at every turn. She said she has nothing against me but she acts like I don’t exist when he’s around.
What’s so special about him, anyway?
It can’t be his personality because that sucks something fierce. He’s the most arrogant person I’ve ever met in my life, but if I looked like him, I guess I would be as well.
He seemed really excited when they hopped in her car to drive to … I don’t even know where we’re headed. I’m just lucky enough that they haven’t found me yet and maybe when they do, they won’t mind.
After all, where am I supposed to go when I’m in a place I won’t even know?