Blood Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #3)

by J. Bree

We might be Unbonded but it doesn’t matter, she’s there in my blood and the deepest, darkest corners of my soul.

“Always. Everything I’ve done has been to protect them. Every action, every word I’ve bitten back, every minute I spent running from them. If you’re not terrified of that man, then you don’t have good enough intel… or you haven’t been paying attention to it. He’s evil incarnate.”

There’s not really any secrets left… except one, and there’s no amount of torture that could pry that out of me.

North looks over at me and I know that it’s game over for him. That’s the last puzzle piece in the mystery that is his Bond. Now he knows everything he ever needed to know about her. He’s done for; hook, line, and sinker. He belongs to her now, whether he’s admitting it to himself yet or not.

“Mine. You’re mine. No one will hurt you again. Not me, not the others, not anyone. The shadows cannot harm you, they belong to you, as I do. We all do.”

My own bond reaches out to touch his, but not the same rough claiming it had done with Gryphon. It feels more like two halves of a soul coming together again.

He leans down to press our foreheads together, and then his voice sounds in my head. I have been waiting for you forever, little Bonded.

North takes a second longer to reply and I feel the tendrils of guilt in my stomach at his words. Should I expect my power to go on forever? Or just until the Soul Rending is done? Exactly how strong are you, Bonded?