Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.

It doesn’t matter that my love for him is pathetic and tragically unrequited. It just is. The sky is blue. The grass is green. And I’ve loved Jasper Gervais from the first day I laid eyes on him.

“See, Sloane? You can wear someone else’s ring, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”