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

by Hailey Turner

Patrick’s twin sister was a living, breathing nightmare of a nexus. Nothing more than a weapon.

“You must close it.” His eyes snapped to Jono’s pale face, the voice of a god falling between them. Jono’s accent was gone, replaced by a different one that sounded like teeth ripping through bone.

The scarred channels of his soul broke open as something else—someone else—filled the space. Patrick stared into Jono’s strangely calm eyes as the magic set in the dagger tied their souls together through blood.

Through Jono’s soul, Patrick could sense the nexus—filled with wild magic—far beneath the earth. He could reach it. Jono’s soul, bound to his, acted like a safety break for his magic.

“Who do you serve?” Jono tipped his head to the side, as if he were listening to something Patrick couldn’t hear. “Fenrir guides me. He’d guide my pack if I had one.”

The gods had stolen a life the same way Ethan had, and Patrick wondered if this was a punishment or the only way forward through the lonely dark of this fight. Knowing the gods, it was probably both.

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

“Missed you,” Patrick groaned against his mouth as Jono settled between his thighs. “Fuck, I don’t remember missing anyone like I missed you.” “Yeah,” Jono muttered as he opened up the bottle of lube with one hand. “Hated having you gone.”

Jono would fight for Patrick, and he knew Patrick would do the same for him. It might not be love, but loyalty and affection were still powerful in their own right. The sex was definitely a plus.

“Fuck, I want to wreck you.” “Yeah, yeah, you should.”