Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“She-wolf can come, too,” he said to Claire. “If you promise to put a muzzle on her.”

I really like Gibsie

“You’re a suicidal little fucker, aren’t you?”

“You know he’s going to kill you, don’t you?”

but the problem was, every time I was faced with a confrontation or crisis, my body—and my mind—always reacted with the same broken instinct: freeze.

“You’re a reader,” he finally

Her words were haunting me. Probably because she made a valid point. I fucking hated that she was right about my body. I was stubborn like that, which was why I got so defensive when she called me out on my bullshit.

I scratched Bonnie and Cupcake, my mother’s dogs, on their heads before making a beeline for the older Lab.

Sookie was almost fifteen, and the hair around her eyes, nose, and chin had turned white. She was stiff and hobbled more these days, but she was still a puppy to me and would forever be the best birthday present a three-year-old

didn’t understand how people could hurt any animals, but especially dogs. They were too good for us. Humans didn’t deserve the love and loyalty dogs gave them.

“When I get out of this shithole, and I will get out, I’m taking you with me.”

“I would have respected the shite out of you for being a man about it, and I would have walked away. Bella and I were never serious. I didn’t have a relationship with her. But I had one with you. And you betrayed me.”

“That’s lovely,” Aoife chimed in, and I noticed the way she placed a hand on her boyfriend’s knee. “Isn’t it kind of him, Joe?” “Why?” Joey demanded, tone hard and suspicious. “What’s in it for you?” I sighed heavily and tried to come up with something believable. “Because I fucked her—” “You what?” Joey roared, slamming on the brakes. The sudden jolt of the car stopping caused Gibsie and me to lunge forward.

kheeeeeeeeee

“Friend.” His word held a bite to it. “My sister needs a friend, Kavanagh,” he clarified. “She doesn’t need to be getting her hopes up on a guy who’ll be gone come the summer.”

“So, what are you asking me to do here, Johnny?” he asked, smirking. “Are you saying you want me to cockblock you?” “I’m saying that if you see me bulldozing over any lines, pull me back,” I bit out. “I don’t trust myself around her.”

turned a deathly shade of white when she hissed, “I am going to castrate that little shit—” “Oh my god, no!” I squealed. Thinking back over my words, I suddenly realized how badly that must have sounded to Mrs. Kavanagh and, desperate to wipe the look of terror off her face, I quickly clarified. “Out. Johnny knocked me out. Not up.” Oh, dear god, let me die. “Out,” I emphasized for the dozenth time. “The bump was on my head.” “How did he hurt you?” his mother asked, looking troubled and yet massively relieved. I sighed heavily. “With his balls.” “With his balls?” she repeated, looking horrified. “Johnny knocked you out with his balls?”

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“Mammy Kavanagh’s a better wingman than I am!”