Broken Bonds (The Bonds that Tie, #1)

by J. Bree

only a fucking crazy person would do that. I am that crazy person.

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.

My name is Oleander Fallows, I’m nineteen, and I don’t want to be here.

No, there isn’t somewhere you can put in a complaint because I don’t care about your opinions and feelings

I’m totally and completely fucked. So just a regular Friday afternoon for me.

“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.”

I just want to mope around in my room and hate my life quietly for the night. She gets it, because what girl doesn’t,

“We need to swap dick stories because there are a lot of rumors about him and I need to know which ones are true.” Sage elbows him in the gut so sharply he actually groans and I grin at her.

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