Bound by Vengeance.
Sadie has found the resolve to fight the man who caused so much pain in her life. Her tentative alliance with the HCA underground gives her the resources to train both her body and Talent for when she comes face to face with her grandfather.Bound by Loss.
Being separated from her friends at St Vincent’s is harder than she could haveever realized and it doesn’t help that Kian has withdrawn from her as well. With help from a new friend, Sadie uncovers more about her past and that someone close to her has been keeping secrets from Sadie her entire life.
Bound by Fear.
Tragedy strikes close to home, giving a longstanding enemy, one desperate and willing to do anything to have Sadie on their side, an opportunity to arise. Allies and friends come together to stand against evil, but at a terrible cost. Sadie’s history and future collide while the world is thrown into chaos.
Sadie must overcome or forever be Bound.
The methodical run-down of events gave me the sense of control in an environment where it was clear that I was not. Heat from the large lamps beat against my skin, adding to the warmth generated by my rapidly beating heart. Beads of sweat formed on my brow and dripped down my neck. It was then I noticed that my white shirt was soaked with sweat, every small detail of my lacy bra visible in the harsh glow of the lights. Drops of sweat dripped from the tip of my nose as I looked down. My pants and boots were missing, leaving me in a pair of black boy shorts. I licked my cracked lips with a tongue that felt like sandpaper.
What are they going to do to me?
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, the screech of a bolt lock sliding open filled the silence, followed by the pop of a door opening. Multiple pairs of feet scuffled into the room, but they kept their bodies hidden behind the lights. My Talent buzzed beneath my skin.
The bald man from earlier walked forward. He was wearing the exact same outfit, except the hoodie. His smooth head shone in the bright light and I had a flashback to how he had looked in the moonlight. The bald man grabbed a metal chair and dragged it to a stop in front of me then straddled it. He regarded me for a moment with his dull green eyes before leaning forward and resting his meaty arms on the back of the chair.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked, lips turned into a sneer.
“Of course I am,” my voice came out scratchy.
“Good. We can help. If you cooperate.”