Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)

by Lauren Roberts

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

One moment she’s an open book, and then the next, I can barely crack the spine.

“They were on you dancing with my brother.” Then he huffs out a laugh, craning his neck to shake his head at the canopy of leaves above us. “Why do you think I’ve been drinking?”