Villains Are Made by Alta Hensley EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Alta Hensley
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“You shouldn’t have come,” my brother says as I approach, not trying to hide
the sound of my boots mucking their way across the rain-soaked ground.
Ares Godwin stands where I expect to find him. He’s stoically planted with
his hands in his pockets on the edge of the cliff overlooking the Salish Sea.
Olympus Manor—our family estate—to his left, and the tree of forgiveness
to his right.
He doesn’t turn to face me, but keeps his eyes focused on the water crashing
into and over the rocks below. “Does the family think I’m going to skip out
on bail and leave the country? Is that why they sent you?”
I huff as I stand next to him, mimicking his stance. “Hardly. And they didn’t
send me. You should know better than that.”
Through the corner of my eye, I see the side of Ares’s mouth lift in a smirk.
“Scared I’d jump to my death then?”
“I wouldn’t blame you.”
“But you knew I wouldn’t.”
He’s right. I know he won’t. He’s a Godwin. Godwins don’t give up.
We are gods who walk the earth. We are the monsters, the beasts, the villains
in the story. We are the vipers who strike our enemies when they least expect
it. The Godwin family wields the mighty thunderbolt like Zeus, and yet…
somehow the powerful have fallen.
There is a chip in our shield. A crack in our protection. We are vulnerable
now, and for the first time in my life, I see my family is human. Flawed.
Even weak. Everything has changed.
My brother—my identical twin brother—is going to jail for the rest of his life
“But you were an asshole for taking the helicopter by yourself. I had to travel
here by boat like a true savage,” I say, trying to cut through the thickness of
our air with jest.
The island of Heathens Hollow, hidden in the fog of the Puget Sound,
beckoned to my brother in his last hours of freedom, and I can completely
understand the pull. I knew he’d come, and regardless of how I had to travel,
I’d be here by his side.
He sighs. “Part of me wishes they’d insist on the death penalty. I think that’s
far less severe than having to live in a cage for the rest of my life. Hard to
imagine I’m never going to see this view again.”
I turn my head and look at the old willow tree that has stood on the edge of
this cliff for centuries. “Have you asked the tree for forgiveness yet?”
Ares chuckles. “I’m not in the mood to whip myself or kneel on rice hours
before sentencing, thank you very much.” He shifts his weight, releases a
deep breath. “What I’ve done, even that tree can’t forgive.”
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