Reckless (The Powerless Trilogy, #2)

by Lauren Roberts

The stars are flirtatious things, always winking down in the darkness.

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.

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.

She looks at me, shocked. And then she smiles, bright and big like the night sky hanging above us. I fear she could rival the stars.