Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)

by Lauren Roberts

“Mark my words, Prince, I will be your undoing.” I lean in, ignoring the knife against my throat as I murmur, “Oh, darling, I look forward to it.”

If I am to be her enemy, I want it to be because she loathes herself for wanting me.

“You’re not sober.” Tilting my head, I give him a smile. “So, you’re not allowed to touch me.” He copies me, cocking his head to the side as he looks down at where I’m holding his wrist. “But you’re touching me.” “Yes, well, I’m sober.” A smile plays at his lips. “So, you’re saying I’m allowed to touch you when I’m sober?” His tone sounds more like a challenge than a question. I consider it. Then I laugh. “I’m only saying yes because I doubt you’ll remember much of this conversation in the morning.” His gaze flicks between my mouth and eyes, a drunken smirk twisting his lips. “Oh, darling, I doubt I could forget this.”

OH. MY. LORD.

Quite the team, Death and I.

I am grief. I am sorrow. I am anguish alike. I think I might also be dead. Just decaying on the inside.

Noooo kai we love you :(

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. Then her eyes drift to Kitt. The connection snaps. And I’m left feeling empty besides the jealousy growing inside me. Why did I ever think I could have her, ever think she would have me? Because beasts don’t get the beauty.

“Bring me Paedyn Gray, Enforcer.”

DYING.