Tragic Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #5)

by J. Bree

I try because I don't want him to wait until next time to figure out how we can love each other. I want to figure it out in this lifetime. I want to know everything. I want to see everything and accept whatever it is that I need to accept. I want to learn how someone like Nox Draven can be loved and accepted, and then I want to spend the rest of my life doing it. I want to learn whatever I need to, and I want to figure it out together. He might be the most arrogant, infuriating, manipulative, vicious man I have ever met, but I also know without a doubt that he's mine.

Oleander’s bond manifesting and tearing the souls out of everyone within a ten-mile radius is. Her entire family included.

he says slowly and oh-so-carefully, “If I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have brought you with me.”

I glance back over at Nox to see something wondrous and magical. He smiles at me. An actual smile stretches over his lips without a hint of sarcasm or derision.

Every broken and scarred inch of him is known to me. And I love it all.

Recovery isn't about wiping the board clean. Recovery is learning how to function around all of the scars and open wounds inside of us.

“Watch me, Oleander. Watch what you’re doing to me, and what I’m going to do to you.”

“Not even death can keep us apart. Every part of you belongs to me, and I will tear any man apart who dares to get in my way. Bond or not.”

My bond always did like it when they act possessive and just a little brutish and, sure enough, it hums happily in my chest at the move.

my Death Dealer, my most damaged Bond, as he obliterates any man brave, or stupid, enough to go up against him. He is fucking brutal.

find my mind drifting off to dirty, sexy thoughts at the sight of him. I definitely wouldn’t mind him throwing me around like that.