Powerful (The Powerless Trilogy, #1.5)

by Lauren Roberts

And she’s a Phaser. I know that much about her. Well, that, and her astounding ability to never tire of talking. I watch her blow kisses to the Silver Savior, so many that I brace myself to witness her faint. But she does nothing of the sort, leaving me to continue watching the endearing embodiment of her affections for this girl. There is no mistaking the sincerity in each flailing wave and shouted sentiment. This seamstress knows the Silver Savior, and quite personally by the looks of it. Likely enough to do just about anything for her. My mind races recklessly, scheming. A horribly impulsive plan begins to form, one that should likely never leave the confines of my mind, let alone be executed at all. But this just might work. That is typically what one thinks right before everything goes to shit. Then again, one might argue that things couldn’t possibly get any shittier.