Broken Bonds (The Bonds that Tie, #1)

by J. Bree

there’s not much running through my head except exactly how badly I wish I could choke him out with nothing but my mind.

I’m trapped in this fucking room all over again. And still, no one has fed me.

looking around like I don't know which way we're heading, when really I obsessively Googled my surroundings last night.

MEEEE

I stare up at them all and memorize their faces. I could kill them all right now without breaking a sweat, but I’m not a fucking monster, no matter how badly they all treat me. I’m above this shit.

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

I’ll be there as soon as I can and if that isn’t fast enough for you, I’ll come now and start the semester over again.

Someday, once I’ve gotten really freaking far away from this place and my Bonds, I’m going to send North a letter and tell him exactly what type of utter fucking asshole he really is. I’ll do it in my best penmanship, on proper stationery, because I feel like that shit would cut him even more, the freaking psychopath.

“I doubt he wants that. It’s fine, if I die, then at least I don’t have to do this again.”

The high road is definitely not for me and walking it just might kill me.

“What’s your Gift? When I stab you with this fork, will you heal straight away, or can you only do something shitty, like talk to pigeons or shit gold?”

Her lips curl and I note with a detached little kernel of victory that the slash of red lipstick is a shade too orange for her skin tone.

then I launch into a completely true and not at all exaggerated version of what went down with that tanned skank of a woman.

Why does he have to smell nice? Why does he have to ruin Aqua di Gio for me? Asshole.

I want to punch North and his gutless fucking brother in the faces. Instead, I say, “Thank you, Dean Myers. I appreciate your leniency and efforts on this delicate issue.”

there. I was already planning on throwing myself off a bridge, I’ll just move it up.”

My walk back to the dorms is slower now that I’m carrying an extra twenty pounds of undigested carbs and sauces,

What’s the most you can bench now?” Dammit. I have to ignore his jab at me and I force my voice to be even as I reply, “Five pounds.”

“The two of you better not start fucking on the table here in the dining hall because this all feels like really angry foreplay to me and, honestly, I just want to eat my pizza in peace.”

“Well, excuse the fuck out of us! Sage, we need to leave. Now. Move it.”

LMAOOOO

"It’s not as easy as saying she's mine. There's more going on—" "I don't give a fuck," Atlas cuts him off, and then resolutely ignores him for the rest of the afternoon, no matter how badly Gabe wants the fight.

“I can do it, Oli. I’m already going to need a shit-ton of therapy after this, why not add some homicide to the mix?”