Dire Bound (The Wolves of Ruin, #1)

by Sable Sorensen

I try to separate myself from his glare, but it’s like trying to read a book while sitting under a guillotine.

whites of her eyes turn a deep black.

THE WHITES OF YOUR EYES TURN BLACK IN THE LOW LIGHT (Sleep Token fan???)

When he looks at me like this, I’m delicate. I get to be delicate. To be breakable without risking a fracture.

It 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. But it’s still a cliff.

This place looks harmless, but there could still be a cellar under the sparring square where he keeps his collection of eyeballs and teeth. The fucker.

And in case my implication is not crystal fucking clear: You touch her again and I’ll cull you myself.”

His eyes glint in the low light.

Fuck, his eyelashes are long.

“Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.” Mine. My psycho asshole. My bloodthirsty killer.

“You’re worried?” He scoffs. “Never. You are the danger. Any person who doesn’t see that deserves what’s coming to them.”