Broken Bonds (The Bonds that Tie, #1)

by J. Bree

Average. Just one of the girls and not like some freak of nature. It was the last time I would feel that way.

Running away from the people that complete your soul, only a fucking crazy person would do that. I am that crazy person.

photos spread out in front of me on the table. Gryphon is scowling and grumpy looking, the scar running through his eyebrow standing out even more.

Nox just keeps staring at me like I'm the worst thing that has ever happened to him. And, fuck, maybe I am,

I'll have to wait for the test results to come back before I complete the bond and get what I’m owed from you.”

Gryphon. My silent, scarred, biker-boot-wearing Bond who looked at me like I was nothing to him.

as long as the Resistance is after me, I will never truly be comfortable staying in one spot,

when the Resistance comes here and murders us all. Not me though, nope, they’d keep me.

Better to be hated and alive, better to be in pain than a murderer, better to be alone and safe.

the Tactical Team left behind a pair of leather ankle boots that were the greatest thrift shop find of my life. I refuse to admit how much that loss hurts me. There may be tears.

Fuck. Fuck me sideways, upside down, and twice on Sundays.

kick him in the balls so hard his goddamned ancestors feel it,

How do I tell him that the nightmares are horrible but the least of our problems? If only they were the worst thing I can do.