Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)

by Lauren Roberts

“Every girl deserves something equally as pretty and deadly as they are,”

It’s like drowning in the ocean. Her eyes are the color of the Shallows Sea’s deepest corner, a clear sky as it begins to drift into night, the subtle shade of a forget-me-not.

And like the hottest flame, her eyes are blue and full of fire.

Vicious little thing, isn’t she?

Perhaps I’ll relieve him of one of his hands, so he never has the opportunity to lay it on a woman again.

“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.”

This girl might be the death of me. Literally.

“Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”

Vicious little thing, indeed.

She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.

She’s a flame, and I’m going to get burned. An ocean and I’m going to drown.

“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.”

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

I spin her if only to give myself some time to think. 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 falling was a peaceful thing. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn’t seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is. “Blue,” I say, my voice low.

Her. I only want to be deserving of her.

She is my downfall.