Vicious Bonds (The Tether #1) Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Tether Series by Shanora Williams
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
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My heart sinks. “What?”

“He was a teacher in Blackwater for a long time—a hundred and twenty years, in fact—and he took advantage of that role. He’d invite girls to his home when he lived in the city, pretend to tutor them, when really, he was forcing himself onto them. He’d tell them that if they didn’t cooperate, he’d make them fail his class, or worse, report them as unteachable, which could cause them to end up in The Trench. And that’s a very bad place, Willow. You basically go there to rot to death.”

I stare at Caz, stunned, and notice Rowan’s grip on the steering wheel has tightened.

“He wasn’t lying to you when he said he couldn’t leave,” Caz goes on. “He was sent from Blackwater to Ripple Hills to live on the outskirts as a form of punishment. He has no job, no money, and he’s fed twice a week. The only reason he has a transmitter is because he’s under parole and has to be checked on every two to three hours. He’s not to be around anyone, especially women, because he’s been restricted. If he makes one wrong move, he’s to be sent to The Trench to rot. The only reason he wasn’t there after what he did was because he had a little pull with The Council—favors he’d done for them prior to his deception. I did the world a favor by getting rid of that piece of shit, and believe me when I tell you I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

“H-how do you know he did all this?”

Rowan’s head drops a bit, but he keeps his focus on the road. Caz’s jaw ticks as he fights with the words, until finally it relaxes and I hear his voice in my head. Because he did it to Juniper.

My heart is in my throat now. “Juniper? Are you serious?”

Caz says nothing. Neither does Rowan.

I work to swallow, fighting the bitterness building in my throat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“No, you didn’t. You just made your own assumptions. And for the record, I don’t just go around killing for no reason. I only do it to people who threaten me, my clan, or to people who fucking deserve it.”

I sit back against the leather seat, dropping my eyes to the dirt stains on my knees from kneeling so much in the forest. The tension radiates through the car, nuclear, and as uncomfortable as it makes me, I allow the tension to marinate.

It’s warranted in this moment. I shouldn’t have assumed…and Juniper. God. It’s no wonder she drinks so much—no wonder she got so angry at that guy at the party and shot him. She’s taking control of her own life and fighting the corruption of pig-like men. And I can understand it because I deal with similar issues in my world.

Women aren’t seen as equals to men like Tom. We’re objects—toys for men like him to play with, whether it be our bodies or our emotions. The thought of that lights a fire inside me, and it burns so deeply I clench my fists. There is no escaping the misogyny of men, no matter where we women turn. It’s bullshit.

“I want to help,” I say after several minutes of silence. The wheels of the car bump along the road as Rowan continues driving. I lean forward, gripping the tops of the leather seats. “If we’re going to save Juniper and Killian, I want to help.”

“The Rippies will eat you alive,” Caz grumbles.

“Then make it so they don’t.”

“How the hell are we supposed to do that?” he demands.

“I don’t know. There has to be some way!”

“The only way I can see that happening is if we dress her like a…” Rowan clamps his mouth shut instantly, swinging his gaze to Caz.

Caz’s nostrils are flaring, his fists clenched on his lap. “You just had to open your big fucking mouth, didn’t you?”

“Dress me like what?” I ask.

“It could work,” Rowan says, shrugging. “If there’s one thing the Rippies think women of her nature are good for, it’s that.”

“It’s too risky. She might not even be able to pull it off. She doesn’t know shit about them.”

“What do I have to dress as?” I demand.

Caz doesn’t say the words, but he damn sure thinks them loud enough for me grasp. A whore.

Forty-Five

CAZ

This is a terrible idea. I know it, Rowan knows it, and even Willow understands the detriment. She senses how all of this can go wrong if she fucks up even once, and after asking us nearly a million questions about why she had to dress like a whore to fit in Ripple Hills, I could feel her anxiety ratcheting up with each answer. Despite it all, she wants to do it, not for herself, but for Juniper.



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