Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)

by Lauren Roberts

Perhaps you may not need powers to be powerful.

Vicious little thing, isn’t she?

“Mark my words, Prince, I will be your undoing.”

“Oh, darling, I look forward to it.”

“Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren’t dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it.”

I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing.

Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing.

Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falli...

I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn’t seen one that was worthy of ...

“And I’ll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.”

Welcome to the Resistance. Well, a small part of it. We’ve been patiently awaiting your arrival.”

My slanted, hasty handwriting is scrolled across my palm, relaying a very important message: She said I could touch her when I’m sober.

It’s like a tangible tether between us, this consuming connection. I will her to meet my eyes, and when they do— Sparks. Electricity. Everything beautiful, everything bold, everything breathtaking—that is what I feel in her gaze.

That, and terrified. Terrified of what she is doing to me. She is a vision, a nightmare, a dream. A grim reaper clad in black, come to steal my soul and my heart. I’ve never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly wrong for me. She is a devil. She is a deity. She is a man’s downfall in human form. She is my downfall.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, “what do you want me to call you?” My eyes slowly meet his, confused by his question. “What do you want to call me?” “I want to call you mine.”

“Never forget that your wit is a weapon to be wielded if only your mind is as sharp as your blade.”