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

by Hailey Turner

MacBooks.

Macnooks in a dystopian society? How creative

Hindsight was always so fucking perfect and so fucking useless.

If Hermes had come back and stolen it, they were going to have a short conversation over the barrel of his handgun.

Patrick this meeting was going to go terribly. Fucking politics, man.

“I can do my own arse kicking, Em.” “Let her have some fun,” Leon yelled in the background. Jono chuckled. “I’ll bring the bail money.” “Marek has it covered,” Emma retorted. “Perks of being best friends with a billionaire.”

and proceeded to drive like a Formula One driver all the way to the bar.

Pfft

“Someone just tried to kill you,” Casale said. “They did a shitty job of it since I’m still breathing.” Jono made a strangled noise in the back of his throat that both Patrick and Casale ignored.

Most people didn’t know the mother of all vampires was dead because legends weren’t supposed to die. Funny how you could keep a story alive even after the subject was gone.

The guy ran across the street, heedless of the moving vehicles around him, and made it to the other side without getting run over. Which was an utter fucking shame.

“Maybe, but I don’t have a strong affinity for offensive magic. Patrick would have a better shot.” “He’s unconscious,” Jono reminded her angrily. “He’s already saved our arses once today, so maybe now it’s your turn.”

“Is it too late to eat my gun?” Patrick asked no one in particular. Nadine kicked him in the ankle. “Have you been talking to your therapist?” “Have you?” “Bloody hell,” Jono muttered under his breath.

“That’s an order I’m not following. You’ll have my pack for the fight, Patrick. Twenty werewolves and one weretiger.” “And me,” Marek piped up. “No” came a chorus of voices around the table.

“Ethan is after you, and I have nothing left of my magic to keep you safe,” Patrick argued. “All the more reason for me to stay with you. That’s what the Fates wanted, innit?” “You’re a target, Jono.” “Pot, kettle.”

the way the immortal’s eyes went wide with both betrayal and a love that bordered precariously close to hate. “My love, don’t do this,” Hades said, sounding almost desperate.

“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.

Are you going to insist you know nothing of the god that resonates in your soul?” Jono tilted his head and attempted to shrug beneath the binding ward. “I’m an atheist.”

“Are you going to monologue at me?” Patrick asked incredulously. “I don’t got time for that bullshit.”

“They wanted you,” Hades said, his deep voice catching on the word. “I could not give them my heart.” Persephone clenched her hands into fists. “So instead you gave them mine? Macaria may not be of my blood and essence, but I was her mother in all the ways that mattered. I would have rather you sacrificed me instead of her.”

“Is this a bribe? Are you bribing me? Wait a minute. Shouldn’t I be the one bribing you to keep the press at bay?” Casale let out a dry chuckle. “It’s not a bribe. Ramirez and Guthrie wanted me to give that to you. Apparently you won the pot I know nothing about. Figured you’d earned it.” It took a moment before Patrick remembered what Casale was talking about. He didn’t bother to hide his grin. “I won the pot.”

No one is taking you away from me,” Jono growled.

I’m making up for lost meals by eating as much takeout as possible.” “For three years?” “I am determined to try every state’s version of comfort food at least once. If I can expense it to the agency, so much the better.” Leon laughed, smacking him on the shoulder. “Our tax dollars at work.” “Damn straight.”

“Just tell me it’s someone who knows your heart attack-inducing, near-suicidal habits in the field like I do. Mulroney doesn’t count because she’s just as fucking crazy as you are sometimes.” “I never gave you a heart attack,”

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

Huh where's the rest nooo