Iniquity (The Premonition, #5) by Amy A. Bartol


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I don't even know what I am feeling right now. How do you put into words the feelings you have when a series like the ends? You don't. But I will try. This book was explosive and tore down any of my ideas for an ending. This book is everything you hope it is going to be and more. I was like a kid on Christmas Eve when I started reading it. This novel is everything coming to a head. Life has been chaos for Evie and that was only the beginning. You experience so much hurt while reading this book it is palpable. I had to put the book down a few times simply because so much was going on that I needed to process. I didn't want to miss a thing. This story is a window into all he characters and back stories. We get answers to all the Evie and Reed questions, as well as explanations we have been guessing at. It hurt my heart and entwined me with these characters even more in the process. iniquity Plus, Brennus. I don't know about you guy but I love him. Even as a "bad guy" he has found a spot in my heart as well. His devotions to loving Evie knows no bounds and I love watching his form of a love story unfold. It was exhilarating and I couldn't get enough of him. Now, he is no Reed, and I am 100% on the Reed and Evie train, but he has earned his own in this series In My Opinion. Enough that he may be my absolute favorite villain ever. Don't miss this book. Stick with the series. This novel culminates in an epic battle between all that we know, and it leaves you breathless.


I gasp as my body curls toward Brennus like a flower to the sun, for the pleasure of it. He holds me close to him. His nose grazes the length of my neck. He breathes me in. I feel the roar and rush of my heartbeat. I’m his toy; his energy streams into me. He winds the invisible key in my back and the euphoria ratchets and coils inside of me: tick…tick…tick… Another wicked surge of energy flows from him into me. Pain. Pleasure. Bliss. My jaw unclenches as my lips part. I make a small, breathy sound as we dance. Brennus responds with something close to a growl. “Ye’re killing me, mo chroí,” he murmurs. His hand moves down my back infusing me with a golden glow of power. My wings punch violently from me, tearing a hole in my day dress. They spread wide, like a red stain beyond my pale skin. I’m dancing now for the thrill of it. I follow his lead. As the song comes to an end, Brennus kisses my throat. He whispers in my ear, “When ye get back, come find me, mo chroí. I’ve healed ye…now wake up and banjax whoever banished ye here…”