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Little do they all know that I’m most comfortable in the dark.
keep him here but rest assured, he is both safe and unharmed.” She swallows again and her eyes flick back to mine as her chin wobbles just a little. She’s new around here, the daughter of one of the more affluent families, and she’s been sniffing around after me as though she thought that sleeping with the boss was the best way to get a cushy ride and easy paycheck. I’ve been through dozens of assistants with the same attitude but
There’s a nerve there that I didn’t even know existed and when I take a second to look at the rest of my Bonds, it’s clear on their faces as well. Something about what’s being said about me is triggering them and I know for sure it isn’t on my behalf, because Nox is looking particularly bloodthirsty about it and he really, really fucking hates me.
“She just healed us all. You don’t think we need to talk about that? You don’t want to be let in on exactly what our little lying Bond just did out there?“
when everything I’ve done has been to keep us all safe.
“Gryphon gave these to me this morning. He said… fuck, it doesn’t matter. They’re yours.”
Felix is particularly vehement about making sure we don’t just leave Sage behind
Atlas steps in close to my side, shifting so he’s covering me just a little and a half step away from shielding me completely. It’s such a casually protective move, something he does on instinct but that makes me feel absolutely safe and… loved.
Yup, I said it. He’s mine,
Then I see the black smoke curl round his arm,
“I’ve never met someone whose eyes turn black, not outside of our family anyway. It was our curse. I wonder who’s curse you’re holding, Poison?”
I blow out a breath and let my head fall back against the seat with a thump. There’s movement in the air around my hands and I look down to see a little creature of smoke sitting on my lap. It should not look as cute as it does but I’ve always had a soft spot for Dobermans and the puppy curling up there is freaking adorable.
the creature glides across the car and then tucks under his ear until it’s obscured by his hair. It’s just a bit too freaking adorable for me to get my head around. The man who loathes me and tortures me at every turn has a little smoke friend hiding in his hair.
I try not to giggle at how ridiculous he looks with the puppy weaving through his feet with every step. It’s playful and cheeky the same way a real puppy would be, snapping at his shoelaces that are bouncing as he walks.
“Brutus would never. You maybe, but he loves me. I know it.”
“If you burn, I burn with you. You’re not alone, Oli, not for one second. I told you before, I’m not afraid.”
Most Neuros have one specialty, but I’ve never found a part of the brain that I can’t mess with.”
he’s still figuring out the mechanics of his incidental.
flirting it up, and baring his throat to me. It’s the most heady thing a man has ever done to me and I’m not even sure he’s aware of it.
The person destined to love you no matter what and for the first time… I maybe think about believing it. Believing that he might love all of the broken, monstrous, terrifying parts of me.
“You know nothing, Bond. You don’t stick around long enough to know a goddamned thing. The moment anything gets real here, you run off, and that has nothing to do with what I want. You could just ask me.”
Please? I trust you to make sure I’m okay.
I’d kill for you without a second thought, and I know you feel the same way. I’ll prove it to you, no matter how long it takes.”
I don’t like that. I don’t know how to tell any of them that I don’t like that, but Atlas glances up at me and his jaw tightens, his protective instincts sharp as always.
I can’t help that I’m precious, dangerous, volatile cargo.
“Then there’s the small fact that the Resistance knew you. You didn’t run away from your Bonds. I’ll bet every last fucking dollar I have that you didn’t. You ran from something else, and when you were dragged back here, you were terrified you’d been tracked. You kept saying it, over and over again. Things will go bad if you’re forced to stay here. Well, we’re listening now, Fallows. Let’s see what’s coming after you.”
His creatures have never let him get injured, not the entire time I’ve seen him fight. North’s kill indiscriminately, but Nox’s are very well trained in keeping their master safe.”
Nox sleeps in a dream. Okay, that’s a bit dramatic, the room is smaller than the one downstairs and once again covered in books, but it’s not as orderly here. No, he’s clearly reading the ones up here, piles of them on every surface. There’s a set of drawers in one corner and bedside tables on either side of the king-sized bed. It’s meticulously clean but cluttered, the type of busy clutter that comes with a very active mind,
I wake up hours later to the soft glow of Nox’s nightmare creatures. They’re everywhere. Brutus is bigger than he usually is as he stretches out on the bed next to me. When I look past him, there has to be at least a hundred different creatures laid out all over, covering every surface in the room. Most of them are barely more than smoke outlines but I can pick out other puppies of varying sizes. They’re all asleep and curled up with each other in piles, and my breathing stutters to a stop in my chest at the sight of them all.
I can’t comfort him but that doesn’t stop the longing in my chest to be able to.
“They like her. I thought you’d just sent a spy, but look at them all.”
It’s the least I could do to her.”
“What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck is happening right now?”
“No growling at my Bonds. That’s naughty, none of that, and if you do, I’m not giving you any more scratches.” He drops his butt down to sit and his tail does that sad sort of wag that tells me he knows I’m not impressed with him right now.
“Yeah, because Sharpe threatened North! That’s not killing someone, that’s taking out the trash.”
I hear Kieran mutter to Gryphon, “You’re in so far over your head, she’s going to eat you all alive and I’m going to enjoy the show.”
I take a breath and remind my bond that men ain’t shit.
he catches my hand in his, the first little casual touch he’s ever given me. I feel pathetic when my cheeks heat at the contact, it’s hand-holding for Christ’s sake, but his thumb traces over mine gently and I almost melt into a puddle.
I’m so tired of fighting and running.
I try not to let him see just how much this is tearing me apart, how much I desperately need them all on such a level that it terrifies me.
His secretary. Has a key. To his bedroom.
It’s a risk, a huge one, but I very slowly reach over to take Nox’s hand in mine. I’m expecting him to pull away or shake me off, something subtle enough not to upset North’s vision of us all being seen as a united front, but harsh nonetheless. His fingers are warm and tight around my own. I’m not stupid enough to think that it means something, that he’ll suddenly change his mind about me, but it feels like a tiny victory anyway.

