This was my second reading of this story. I will say that the male narrator is much better than the female narrator in this particular narration. She was somewhat whiny and nagging while he was able to convey a sense of emotion and darkness needed for his story. That’s not a dig on the female narrator. I’ve heard her elsewhere and it’s different.
Natasha Knight’s books are usually very dark, skirting the edge of consent and rape (sorry about that). I like the hard edges, the triggers I could avoid. This one was tamer. It was dark but it was more about how twisted the characters themselves were. They all were damaged in one way or another, some by circumstance and some by an inner soullessness. The story here had some interesting plot twists and she manages to provide depth to these characters.
I highly recommend this book. It’s almost better on the second read.