No spoilers here: I’m not too fond of Letty. Unlike the previous two MKU installments, I finally liked Kane–for a little bit.
A little reminder. Letty dropped the bomb on Kane as to what their puddle loving resulted in, and that literally put him in a tailspin at the end of the book. So this one begins with him in the hospital and with Letty in the arms of another dude.
Really, now? How many dudes do you need? I know, all of them. Because Letty only knows what she wants when forced to admit it.
What a jerk! I mean that. I don’t know if I mean Kane Legend or Scarlett Hunter, though. Both are kinda jerky. Jerkish? Jerksome. I don’t know what the term is. They are both jackholes, if you ask me. I like Letty a little more than Kane, but not by a whole lot. I think you are supposed to feel an abundance of sympathy for her, and I do. BUT she’s a McJerkyjerk.
So if you read the prequel, you know what happened the night eighteen months ago, and if you don’t, they refer to a sweaty something-something in a dirty puddle often enough to get the idea. Kane and Letty hate-effed the heckfire out of each other, and nothing good came of it.
Eighteen months later, the devil is back, and Letty has seen her nightmare come to life, in that Kane is the embodiment of some heartache unknown to us readers. Cliffhanger level stuff here.