Tragic Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #5)

by J. Bree

No wonder the names of avenging angels called to him.

There’s nothing hidden between us, our souls have been stripped bare to each other, and I have no questions left about this man. Every broken and scarred inch of him is known to me. And I love it all.

“Hell hath no fury like your bond when someone touches something that belongs to it.” Damn straight, and I'm not going to apologize for it either.

“I cannot live without you, Oleander. I won’t. I thought Nox dying was the worst thing that could’ve happened and then your heart stopped beating, and I knew that I couldn’t go on without you at my side. I love you too much to do that. It was only my bond keeping me from going after you.”

Death can’t part a Soul Render from her Death Dealers.

“If anyone in this room has an uncontrolled, dangerous Gift, it's me. You should be warned that I don't like you talking about them like that,” I say in a very slow, careful voice.

“You are both a nightmare, perfectly paired to ruin everyone’s peace of mind,” Kieran says,

One more round before I have to leave? Or do you want a nap instead? It’s a stupid question. Sleep is for the weak.

For hours, we fight. We fight for ourselves, for each other, for our community. We fight to fix the evils these people have wrought, for the family we still have and the family we’ve lost. We fight to finish this once and for all, because we can’t live like this forever. We deserve better than this.