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“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,”
He’s got me awake and running down here for a five a.m. start? I’ll murder him. Fuck the consequences, I’m scrambling his brain. Except my gift is also exhausted from the run, or a little in love with the sight of Gryphon’s ass in those shorts, because even with how bloodthirsty I’m feeling, it’s oddly absent.
"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.”
I freeze, turned on and ready to just let my bond take what it wants, consequences be damned, but then his door flies open and his secretary walks into his bedroom. His secretary. Has a key. To his bedroom.
He has never used that tone with me. I lie here in his obscenely comfortable bed, surrounded by all of the intoxicating smells of him, and rage one last time about this man. One last time because I will never get in this bed again. I would spend the rest of my life sleeping amongst Nox’s nightmares in his little burrow of books and pillows and loathing rather than step foot in here again.
I cannot see a naked North Draven right now. I definitely can’t be in the room while his fucking secretary sees him naked either, so I push myself up in the bed and throw the covers off of myself, stalking out of the room without looking anywhere but the door.
