Reckless (The Powerless Trilogy, #2)

by Lauren Roberts

“Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?”

For her. Borderline treasonous at best. Pathetic at worst.

“Go ahead,” she challenges, her voice quiet. “Spill my blood and wear it with the rest.”

I’ve been in this damn desert for four days now. And not a single trace of her anywhere. Well, no physical trace of her anywhere. And yet, I see her everywhere. She haunts me.

At my weakest, I wish for him. And at my strongest, I wish I could say it wasn’t the same.

You’re not just another enemy for me to find. You’re something even more terrifying.” Her voice is little more than a whisper. “And what is that?” “A need.”

“I think I would fall on my sword if it meant you mourned me,” he breathes. “And it’s terrifying to think you hold that much power over me.”

“Call us even. Call me crazy. I don’t care. Just…” His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. “Just call me yours.”