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334 pages, Paperback
First published August 16, 2016
As the years passed, I became a ghost in the night. I became the deliverer of death. I was torture. I was pain. I was the fucking nightmare none one ever saw coming… until it was too late.
I knew his life had been as impossible as mine. Knew he wasn’t truly as evil as he seemed. He was just like my Anri and Zaal. Like me. Broken.Nothing hits my love buttons in books more than two broken characters defying all odds and finding the strength to be together. As you can probably tell, Zoya and 194 haven’t had easy lives. In fact, they’ve been pretty terrible. Especially 194. He’s never been shown any kind of love or affection by anyone except his little sister who’s been lost to him for many years. When someone like Zoya shows him this love, he’s not sure what to think.
Everything, I thought. This man had become my everything.
“I’m not only scarred on the outside, Kotyonok; I’m scarred on the inside: my mind, my heart, and my soul…… I am your Tbilisi monster…”
“I knew his life had been as impossible as mine. Knew he wasn’t truly as evil as he seemed. He was just like my Anri and Zaal. Like me. Broken.”
“She didn’t lie. She looked at my fucked-up face and didn’t lie. She thought me beautiful. No one ever looked beyond my scars. I was Mistress’s ugly beast, a killer, nothing more.”
He watched me, his breathing heavy and strained, when I whispered, “You have stolen my first kiss.”
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“And you have stolen mine.”
“Kotyonok, I am your Tbilisi monster…”
“We are different. Me weak and you strong. Me a Georgian and you Russian, but our broken hearts are tired and old. Our spirits are low, though not broken. But our souls, though thoroughly tested and hardened through pain, are resilient. THEY ARE THE SAME.”
*3.5 monster stars*
As the years passed, I became a ghost in the night.Now that bitch wants him to capture Zaal, for killing her lover (Zaal’s former master) in any means possible to ensure his sister’s safety.
I became the deliverer of death.
I was torture.
I was pain.
I was the fucking nightmare that no one ever saw coming…
…until it was too late.