Reckless (The Powerless Trilogy, #2)

by Lauren Roberts

“Tell me, darling, do you think of me often?” His voice is a murmur, as if his lips were pressed against my ear. I shiver, knowing exactly what that feels like. If he knows I’m here then why hasn’t he— “Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?”

“It’s a good thing you’re not here,” he says softly, a tone I never thought I’d hear from him again. “Because I still haven’t found my courage.”

“I believe she is headed to the Scorches, attempting to make it across to either Dor or Tando. Though I’m not sure she will. Then again, she does also have a nasty habit of staying alive.”

whyyyyyy the writing is so badddd

“And what should we call you, kid?” My eyes skim over the cage and the flickering lights above it. A small smile manages to curve my lips, tugging gently at my scar. “Shadow.”

PFFFFTTT NOT SHADOW it's giving not like other girls

And then those ocean eyes crash into mine.

Anddddd he's called them ocean eyes yet AGAIN

“Flame,” I say, my eyes never straying from hers.

Aint no way he just called himself FLAME

Only, she’s already done that. Already mutilated whatever part of me wasn’t yet a monster. Now here I stand, a mosaic of a man—all sharp edges and shattered pieces.

Boy stfu

tugs at the sticky wound,

Does Lauren know "sticky" isn't the only adjective to describe blood?

“I know it’s easy to forget that I’m still a Handy around the castle, what with my many other talents.”

She's a Handy... named Andy...

“No. I won’t give you the satisfaction of making me laugh.” “But then you’d be depriving me of the sound.”

Ughhhhhh

I’ve seen him countless times without a shirt, and yet, I’m still struggling not to stare. His skin is tanned, every muscle defined. My eyes trace the crest of Ilya tattooed on his chest, the dark lines tangling atop his skin.

This book might be shit but at least he's hot

Enemies who hate each other.”

yes i do believe that's the definition of enemies

The ring sparkles against the black velvet it sits within. “You are to be my bride.”

Well damn.

Now I’ll watch her become someone else’s. Because the beast doesn’t get the beauty.

Boy stfu