“But we’re going right into danger. Into the worst of it. And I don’t know if we’ll be coming out again.” My eyes widened. “Is that really what you think? You?” Draven of all people was the source of my hope. My optimism. It felt wrong to hear him sound so bleak. “We’re coming out again,” I promised him, with more surety than I felt. “We’ll succeed. We’ll be together.”
Girl, YOU couldn’t even win over a HUMAN with stolen fae powers without Draven and Excalibur’s intervention! But the author has you saying your weak ass is optimistic about winning against your father, the most powerful and oldest fae there is? Again, this is exactly why the author shouldn’t have had you defeated SO MANY TIMES in one on one fights. There is nothing that shows you are strong enough to do ANYTHING alone. Nothing. You only succeed when you are aided, two against one in your favor. Anyone else realize that who’s reading this?
