Powerful (The Powerless Trilogy, #1.5)

by Lauren Roberts

Falling is not what I do. No, I trip into love, unable to slow down long enough to question these feelings or the person I’ve dumped them on. But I’ve liked boys in the past, and nothing compares to how easily I’m tripping into this one.

“And do you like that about me?” He doesn’t need a moment to ponder. “Among several other things.”

Our shoulders brush when she sits beside me, and I tense at the feel of it. Not because I don’t want her, but because I’m so unused to someone wanting me. Choosing me. Finding me worth the effort.

I’ve spent my whole life wishing to be wanted. And here he is, begging me to let him.

“I was right,” I say cheerily, “you’re not half as grumpy as you seem.” I feel him straighten behind me. “Yeah, shit, what did you do to me?”

I doubt she would miss our night in the Fort unless absolutely necessary. She likely got busy with Paedyn. Maybe forced to help with some fashion emergency. I smile slightly at the thought. She’s probably having the time of her life telling people what to wear and how to wear it. I sigh, gathering my legs beneath me to stand. She got busy; I’m sure of it. And she will profusely apologize to me for simply doing her job. I’ll tell her that she owes me a kiss. Maybe two. Maybe a dozen.

She’s so good. I’m not sure she knows how good she is. How her worth is so much more than what power is or isn’t running through her veins. I’ve never thought of her as anything less than extraordinary.

I weep, unashamed, for her.