Savage Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #2)

by J. Bree

"Don't take another fucking step near my Bond or I'll rip your fucking throat out with my bare teeth." I wonder which one of the crew has been stupid enough to try to approach us because he cannot be talking to one of the Dravens like that, but then Nox says, snark dripping down his words, "She's my Bond as well." Atlas scoffs. "No, she's your punching bag, your favorite victim. She's the default villain in every one of your stories. You move even an inch closer and I'll take the whole fucking plane out to stop you. No more warnings."

I feel like if I murdered this man right now, I could argue my case in court and have it be counted as justifiable.

“They don’t know half of what I can do, Bond. If they did, they wouldn’t dare call me or mine a monster.”

“I feel like we’re at a wake, except it’s just our wills to live that are dead,”

"It's your fault! My bond is a whiney, horny little bitch, and you're waving a goddamn red flag at it right now. Put a shirt on!"

“She didn’t pull it but… she’s stronger than she makes out. Whatever level you’ve guessed she’s at… double it. Triple, maybe. It was easier to get into your head than it was for me to knock her out. That’s a lot of fucking power, North.”

“If you burn, I burn with you. You’re not alone, Oli, not for one second. I told you before, I’m not afraid.”

“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.”

“What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck is happening right now?”

“You’re in so far over your head, she’s going to eat you all alive and I’m going to enjoy the show.”