Tragic Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #5)

by J. Bree

It’s hard to lie to something that is a part of you.

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.

“Stop. Looking. At. Her.”

“Keep your filthy Resistance eyes off of her. That’s the difference between you and I. Once we Bonded, there was nothing that was ever going to keep Oleander away from me… not the Resistance, not the god inside her, not even death itself.

I'm not upset to miss out on their deaths, especially not when the strongest among them is brought to me by August, his large jaws clamping around the Gifted’s neck as he drags him across the rubble to me. My Dark Bonded looks down at it with critical eyes and then back up at me, quirking an eyebrow and gesturing down to it. “Is this a declaration of love? Am I watching the gods court one another right now?”

I wake up to the feeling of Nox sliding into the bed next to me, cautiously bundling me up into his arms until we’re twisted around each other. It’s as though he’s not quite sure of what he’s doing or if he’s doing it right.