Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)

by Lauren Roberts

My lips quirk into a smile as I lift my head toward hers. “Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”

Plagues, how can one person be so equally infuriating and infatuating?

His gray eyes are like chips of ice, shards of glass. Like both, his gaze is pointed and piercing. Cold yet captivating. Beautiful in the way only deadly things can be.

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. What the hell is wrong with me?

All I know is that I have this urge to protect her, be with her, tease her, touch her. It’s terrifying.

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.

“Don’t stop,” he murmurs. I nearly choke on my laugh. “Stop what?” “That. Laughing.” I still at his words, unable to stop myself from falling silent.