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488 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 13, 2024
“I’m extremely conscious of his presence. Like a parasite. Or, more accurately, a high-tech security camera where I’m the sole focus”
“And yet you ended up marrying the person you hate the most. The irony.”
“The horror.”
“The reality, Mrs. King.”
rina you had the chance to do iconic shit—and i love when you do iconic shit–but you completely missed the chance.
it pains me say that but it’s true. i saw a lot if mixed reviews–some saying she ruined the characters a little. i’m forced to agree and i’ll tell you why.
first of all, i didn’t like it one bit how cole treated eli. cole was being a total ass to eli just bc he’s aiden’s son and aiden was engaged to silver for like 2h and he got her first waltzer? wtf? how old is he? 12? holding a grudge to aiden when they both got married and are in love with their respective wives? oh cmon, it’s so annoying and unnecessary. congratulations rina, you had the nerve to make me mad to my precious cole! when i catch you rina…
eli was portrayed as the villain for the majority of the book, while–in reality–was caring and thoughtful. but can i say i was expecting something else? i mean, i met eli a couple of times in the other books of the series, and i had my thoughts about him which now are different.
eli’s aura of mystery of the other books, was completely gone. i mean, we know he has secrets but they weren’t hard to uncover… he was sweet but also very hot. we could see his sociopath character from a mile away bc yes rina loves sociopaths. but here’s the thing: i thought eli was gonna be one of my fav mmcs of LOG but it turned out the king men are not my cup of tea. and i really wanted to love him.
also, i don’t understand why in RES we know eli kisses ava and asks his parents about marriage. but then he just loses interest? at least until uni. and then forced ava into marriage?
even tho i like eli, i don’t get why rina made him a killer. istg i find the whole murder and the forced marriage a completely nonsense.
”Some might say I’m just… sociopathic. A perfect representation of plot holes and uncertain outcomes. A bit too black to be gray. Too gray to be black. I’m nothing short of a conundrum for most people, which is exactly how I prefer it.”
”My name is Ava Nash. Twenty-one years old. I love classical music and reading scandalous bodice ripper novels. I watch cheesy rom-coms or true crime documentaries—nothing in between. I’m kind of obsessed with the color pink, can eat candy floss for days, can’t get enough of salted caramel popcorn, and can survive on smoothies as long as they have strawberries in them.”
my final couple rank:
1. Jeremy and Cecy
2. Niko and Bran
3. Eli and Ava
4. Landon and Mia
5. Creighton and Annika
6. Kill and Glyn
Her eyes flare up in a bright, intoxicating, and absolutely ravenous blue. My favorite color until further notice.
It’s become increasingly difficult to exist around the bane of my existence and not touch her.
His lips taste of strong mint and a hint of alcohol. He tastes like my forever, the man who’ll make me forget I’m mentally damaged.
Eli looks like he’s contemplating punching Creigh, but then he wraps an arm around his shoulders and shakes him roughly. “Did I say how much I missed you?”
“Not in the past…” Creigh checks his watch. “Ten hours.”
“Forgot something, Mr. Elliot?”
“Not really.”
“Think again, because I can see your soul leaving your miserable body the next time you put your hands on my wife.”
I pause when I see another two texts from Eli from around the time I walked on stage.
*Tin Man*
“You look stunning.”
“My wife is many infuriating things, but she’s undeniably beautiful.”
This is unfair. Why are men better in fiction? Petition to transform the entire male population into men written by women. Please and thank you.
She’s the exception to my rules. The discrepancy in my perfectly written novel. The mutation to my biology.
I saw the girl who looked at me with heart eyes and pent-up emotions and decided to take a different approach this time. Allow her to live normally. To spread her wings and feel like ordinary people do.
My husband stands there, his glare seeping into me so deeply, I struggle to breathe. He looks at me with renewed intensity. Nefarious intent. My own God of War.