With Visions of Red: Book 3 (The Broken Bonds 3)

I release a slow breath. “Because I can’t leave him out there as a threat to my mother, or you. Or people I care about like Avery.”

“Seems emotion played some part.” He roves down to my thigh, bringing my leg over his hip.

I smile into his chest. “That’s the irony, I guess.”

“How does my dark goddess unwind from a night of hunting?”

Pushing up, I kiss him hard. With passion, and reverence, and the love unfurling within me more and more the longer we’re together. I pull back, just enough to whisper, “By commanding her sexy bondage rigger to bind her so tightly, nothing can ever break them apart.”

He moves on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, as he reaches for the rope tied to the headboard. “Yes, goddess.”

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Journal entries:

When you dig deep into the bowels of evil, you cannot hope to reemerge unscathed, unaffected, unchanged—but rather you know without doubt that your character is as fragile and susceptible to fate as the changing tide is to the sea. It’s very little to do with choice. And everything to do with risk.

To her darkness, she whispers. Of monsters and visions of red, of the terrors that claw up from her abyss. Monsters are forged, but heroes are born. To the light, she sings. Of fortitude and acceptance found only in his arms.

Acceptance is peace. ~Sadie Bonds