After three years on the run, I’m back in a Resistance camp, chained to a chair as the resident monster.
Everything I ran from, all of the villains of my past, they’re all here to take another bite out of me. But this time, I’m not alone.
With my Bonds desperately trying to reach me and new friendships I never expected, I start to believe that maybe I won’t become the weapon they want me to be. Maybe I’ll be a monster of my own creation.
When loyalties are questioned and Bonds are tested, everything I thought I knew gets turned upside down. Who are my friends, and who are my enemies?
Are Bond ties stronger than blood?
Blood Bonds is a full length reverse harem PNR novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book will end on a cliffhanger. It’s recommended for 18+ due to language and sexual situations.
If you haven’t read the other books in this series STOP go back and read them first!
The prologue to this book is a flashback to the aftermath of the car accident that killed Oli’s parents.
We then start with the guys clearing out a resistance camp in a very bloody way. They get thirty-eight gifted out, they will be helped and even with care some will still die. It’s as they are heading home that they realize something is wrong. No one can contact Oli or Kieran. When they get ahold of Atlas he yells at them it’s too late, that Kieran took Oli and they don’t know where. Nox takes a look through Brutus’ eyes and can tell she’s alive but not where she is.
Oli is tied to a chair in what is considered the VIP area of the camp. Silas Davies has particular plans for her, she knows what’s coming, she’s also planning their way out. She starts with getting them to leave Kieran in the tent with her. She takes a risk to contact Gryphon so he can order Kieran to follow her lead on things.
She also does something very sneaky that’s going to upset her bonds, she gives Brutus to Kyrie.
This is a favorite scene.
The showers are in another smaller, darker tent on the other side of the camp. I’m sure they’re not lit up with appropriate lighting like the rest of the camp for nefarious and disgusting reasons, but I already know that the women are alone in there.
“Clear out of the far stall! There’s a VIP here.” Sarcasm drips from her words, and I roll my eyes.
The women all look over at us both and shuffle away from the stall, and I turn to get my restraints loosened. I still can’t do all that much with my hands, but in theory, I’ll be able to undress my lower half and wash off. My shirt won’t come off, but I’m not going to go over the semantics with this woman right now.
All I care about is that, by some insane stroke of luck, Kyrie is in the next stall over.
I walk into the tiny space and snap the curtain closed as though I’m actually going to shower. The Resistance woman stands so close to the stall that I can see her feet poking through underneath the curtain. I want to punch her through the fabric, just to catch her unaware and serve the bitch a little justice, but I’m sure she’ll get what’s coming to her soon.
I have to repeat that word over and over again until this is all over with.
I don’t bother undressing or tuning the water on. I’m not even going to bother with that sort of farce here. Instead, I walk over to the far end of the stall and crouch down to wave my hand under the small wall until Kyrie notices it and crouches down as well. I stick enough of my arm under there so that she can see the clothes I’m in and can hopefully tell it’s me. The gap is big enough that I can see that she’s still in her underwear, just rinsing off the same way I did for two freaking years. It’s smart.
You don’t want to get caught completely unaware in here… by anyone. The women are just as bad as the men, jumping each other in the showers in power plays. It’s stupid, and they shouldn’t bother fighting amongst themselves like that, but they do. Something about desperation and fearing this place brings out the worst in them all. I can’t really talk. If I were in their places, I’d be the same.
Once again, my bond saved me from that. Now I’m going to use the knowledge and the resources I have to keep Kyrie safe from it all too.
I pull Brutus down from my shoulder; his form is more smoke than solid. He doesn’t attempt to play or nuzzle me, completely subdued from the boisterous puppy that he usually is.
I wonder if Nox is watching me through his eyes right now?
He mustn’t have seen anything that would lead them to me, because there’s no doubt in my mind that Nox would be first in line to drag me back, if for no other reason than to have his favorite verbal target back.
It occurs to me that I’m just squatting here in the showers, silently staring at a nightmare creature while Kyrie is probably assuming I’m having a breakdown of some kind.
Hell, I might be.
I bring him up to my lips and whisper softly, “Keep her safe. No one touches her, jumps her, without your protection. Leave no evidence behind.”
When I drop my hand back down to usher him over to Kyrie, I see her startle and hesitate, her hand slow to come out and accept the little bundle of smoke, but Brutus moves to her without question. I have to believe that if Nox is watching, he’d be happy to know that I’m trying to keep Gryphon’s sister alive and safe while we’re stuck here.
I wait for a moment, and then I let our fingers grasp together for a second, squeezing them in the only reassurance I can give her right now, before I pull away and stand back up, rubbing my hands over my legs to brush away the soap suds and dirt from the muddy ground of the shower.
When I snap the curtain back, the woman is waiting there for me, her ear pressed close to the fabric like she was trying to figure out what I was doing in there without the shower on.
Good luck with that, bitch.
“I’m ready to go,” I drawl, and she scowls at me.
“You didn’t even wash anything. What’s the point in me getting you over here?”
I shrug at her and enjoy the huff of frustration I get back, not even caring when she’s rough about tightening my restraints and jerking me around to get me moving again.
Kieran is safe because of my lie.
Kyrie is safe with Brutus.
I’m as safe as I’ve ever been thanks to the bond growing angrier and more savage by the hour in my chest.
We’ll survive until I can get us out.
Bree, J. Blood Bonds (The Bonds that Tie Book 3) (pp. 444-478). Kindle Edition.
It isn’t long before Davies brings both her and Kieran to his torture room. He has plans for Oli and they are going to be painful and bloody.
I’m not going to say anything more other than Oli is awesome! There is more bonding in this book as well as more cleaning up of camps.
I can’t wait for the next book in this series, I need more answers and Nox needs to come around.
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