A Ferry of Bones & Gold (Soulbound, #1)

by Hailey Turner

Hindsight was always so fucking perfect and so fucking useless

Lucien flashed his teeth in a disdainful snarl. It was met by a warning growl from Jono as the werewolf put himself between the master vampire and Patrick. For a second, Patrick could only stare at Jono’s back, too surprised to do anything but gape.

Funny how you could keep a story alive even after the subject was gone.

“You nearly got your head blown off by that fucker and you didn’t even fight him. You and your suicidal tendencies can sod off with me letting you go,” Jono retorted.

Jono’s arms tightened around Patrick, warm hands skimming over his ribs through the T-shirt he wore. Patrick tried not to squirm.

He took a breath and let himself fall into darkness, somehow knowing Jono would catch him in the end.

“I have you,” Persephone whispered into his ear in the ethereal space of the veil. Which was true, in every way that mattered. The Greek goddess and queen of the Underworld owned his soul debt, after all.

“I’ll be your weapon if you’ll be my pack,” Jono whispered against his lips, echoing Patrick’s thoughts.

Fucking Patrick was like coming home, his body open and willing beneath Jono, hands greedy with touch. Jono couldn’t last much longer, not with the way Patrick was looking at him, as if Jono was the only one he could ever want.

Pack, Jono thought as Patrick reached for him, drawing him down into a lingering kiss. Home.