Reckless (The Powerless Trilogy, #2)

by Lauren Roberts

For the reckless souls who dare to love and be loved

I used to welcome the idea of drowning in those blue eyes of hers. But now, seeing the disdain she stares me down with, I realize that drowning alone wasn’t what I craved, but sinking together.

If she is Shadow, then I am Flame. This girl is the very thing I can’t seem to escape—can’t seem to go anywhere without the remnants of her following. Where I am, she is. Whether it’s in the flesh or in the fragments of my mind. And where there is a flame, there is always a shadow. She is my inevitable.

I feel anything but Ordinary with the prince on his knees before me.

She’s clinging to me as though I’m an anchor she’s willing to sink with. I’m drowning with her, in her.

He’s hurt. And I hate it. That realization might just anger me more. Because it is then that I understand just how terribly I will hurt anyone who dares hurt him.

“You asked me what my favorite color was once. I’d never even pondered the answer to that question before you. And yet, I realized in that moment that it was blue.” He bends to brush a kiss to my temple, a murmur against my skin. “It is your eyes.”

“Oh, but you are my undoing. My deliverance. My downfall disguised as a deity.” Another slow step. “You are my ruin.” I’m dazed, unable to do anything but let a smile tug at my lips. “Call us even. Call me crazy. I don’t care. Just…” His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. “Just call me yours.”