Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)

by Lauren Roberts

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

I catch her watching me and our eyes lock, sparks dancing between us. 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.

But in this moment, I don’t want to die—if only so I can hear him say my name one more time.

And now I forever want her name on my lips and rolling off my tongue until I’m drunk on the taste and sound of it.

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

beasts don’t get the beauty.