Dire Bound (The Wolves of Ruin, #1)

by Sable Sorensen

pride is a snarling thing, though.

I’m tired of losing. It’s depressing as fuck,

Before I can gather the words to respond, I realize my glass is empty. Well, that just won’t do.

“We have more power over our minds than we realize.

feels like I’m waltzing right over the edge of a very perilous cliff. Hurling my body over the side, really. Granted, the cliff has ridiculous eyelashes and unfairly broad shoulders.

That’s obviously why he has a soft-looking blanket draped over the arm of his chair. Because even killing machines get cold… apparently.

Oh good, so no one here’s forgotten that moment.

Could have used your guidance during any other part of today’s training, but glad some dusty, old books have gotten you excited.

I stand in the inn room’s doorway, staring at the single bed while snow swirls outside the window.

“Who did this to you?”

“No,” I tell him. “I’m not all right. But I’ll fall apart later.”