{"id":254743,"date":"2026-07-13T03:47:03","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:47:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bound-by-fate-blind-fury-book-1-annabel-chase\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:47:03","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:47:03","slug":"bound-by-fate-blind-fury-book-1-annabel-chase","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bound-by-fate-blind-fury-book-1-annabel-chase\/","title":{"rendered":"Bound By Fate Blind Fury Book 1 – Annabel Chase"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cMaya.\u201d His voice sounded like he was speaking from the depths of a great void. \u201cThat\u2019s my name. Don\u2019t wear it out.\u201d \u201cYou are mine.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m amazed you can read the letters on those candy hearts. They\u2019re so small. Plus\u2014\u201d I motioned to him. \u201cNo head.\u201d The dullahan was unimpressed by my attempts at humorous deflection. \u201cThe die has been cast.\u201d<\/p>\n

He extended a hand, unfurling a set of slender, knobby fingers the color of moonlight. \u201cThis need not be difficult.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m afraid it does because I\u2019m not leaving with you. I have a duty to the people who live here.\u201d \u201cYour duty is now to me.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m afraid we\u2019ve reached an impasse.\u201d My mind was spinning with options\u2014none of them good. If I couldn\u2019t fight my way out of this, then I needed to buy time until I could come up with a better plan.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow about this? You let me complete my task, and then I\u2019ll let you complete yours.\u201d \u201cWhy should I indulge you when I can simply take you by force?\u201d \u201cBecause that\u2019s not your style. If it were, you would\u2019ve already done it.\u201d The dullahan seemed to accept my interpretation as fact. \u201cI prefer my souls to come willingly. Their energy is easier to absorb.\u201d \u201cThen I suggest you wait, because I will fight tooth and nail.<\/p>\n

Trust me, it will be the polar opposite of willingly.\u201d The dullahan set his head upon his shoulders. \u201cWhen do you expect to finish your obligation?\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s the tricky part, friend. I\u2019m trying to solve two murders, but murder investigations aren\u2019t exactly in my wheelhouse.\u201d I was flying blind, by the seat of my pants, and with my hair on fire all at the same time. The hellfire eyes burned at me. \u201cWhy should I oblige you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I will be a very special feather in your cap, friend. All your friends will be jealous.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover design by Trif Formatted with Vellum 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Author\u2019s Note 1kitap1.com\/en M Chapter One y life was a series of Monday mornings with an occasional Thursday afternoon wedged between them.<\/p>\n

Never mind that today was Sunday. I checked the clock on my phone. If I skipped a shower, I\u2019d only be ten minutes late to work. Judd would complain, but then I\u2019d offer to work the night shift and miraculously, he\u2019d get over it. One of the many reasons he and I made a good team.<\/p>\n

My phone suddenly lit up in my hand, and I dropped it like a live grenade. It hit the edge of my nightstand and fell onto the carpet with a thump. With great reluctance, I slid the upper half of my body outside the cocoon of blankets I\u2019d created to retrieve the phone. Not a regular call. A Code Red at Gwen McCluskey\u2019s. I wriggled all the way out of the cocoon, falling far short of a butterfly, and rushed to get dressed. I felt like Batman responding to the Bat signal\u2014if Batman were an assistant security director and Gotham City were a secret retirement village for paranormal beings on an island off the coast of Savannah.<\/p>\n

I swapped my T-shirt and sweatshorts for my only slightly classier security uniform, then opened the door to the spare closet. Weapons weren\u2019t allowed on the island except for those owned and operated by the two-person security team. I also kept my own stash that nobody knew about, remnants of days gone by that my paranoia wouldn\u2019t let me off-load. The weapons were locked up and warded, not that anybody was interested in raiding my meager cottage. If they dared, they\u2019d be intercepted by an ornery stray cat before they reached the front step.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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