Reckless (The Powerless Trilogy, #2)

by Lauren Roberts

“Maybe when I rid myself of you, I’ll find my courage. So I’m giving you a head start.”

The fire in her eyes. The thieving instincts. The blade with a hilt engraved with swirls. What have I created?

If soft spot is sending me

practically feel her glare through the scarf I tossed over her entire head, partly to cover her highly recognizable hair and face, though mostly because I was far too lazy to wrap the fabric around her. “I hate you,” she hisses. “Yeah, you and everyone else in this kingdom, darling.”

I love the humor

I’ve seen trauma take on worse forms. Seen it cripple courage, devour dreams, and spit out the shell of a person. Trauma and I are well acquainted.

She tastes like a piece of the heaven I won’t be going to. Kissing her is relief. It’s a delicate sort of demand.

Kai and I were good. Especially so after Ava.

Because something so strong is never truly tamed.

“So, I would kiss each of her fingers to ‘give’ some of my power to her. She loved it. Made it higher up the wall every day. But she especially loved when I kissed her thumbs, told me it gave her extra strength. So that’s what I did. I kissed her thumbs every day until Kitt helped me bury her.”

Fuck the king dawggg