Powerful (The Powerless Trilogy, #1.5)

by Lauren Roberts

I just might crack her, seeing that I may be her worst nightmare—her opposite. But I’d be doing her a favor, really. Widening her range of emotions. Get her to embrace any other feeling besides permanent, unbearable perkiness. Glancing over, I watch as she tilts her head toward the sky, skin glowing in the warm rays stroking her face. The light purple shirt she wears is falling down her arm, revealing a delicate collarbone and dark shoulder. My eyes trail over the black curls bouncing in time to each of her steps. Windblown bangs bleed into hazel eyes, bright with a sort of serenity that doesn’t belong in the slums. There is not a single cynical thought to deny the fact that she may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. She’s intimidatingly peaceful—a contradiction in itself. And I almost want to despise her for it. Because I fear there is a chance that I may begin to enjoy her. “Soooo.” She draws out the word, giving me enough time to stop staring at her before I’m caught in the act. “Where is it you’re taking me?” “Somewhere that will likely have you sneezing all over me.” Blandly, I add, “So I’ll be keeping my distance.” She shrugs. “So long as you’re close enough to keep me company.” This, unfortunately, piques my interest. “I don’t remember that being a part of the deal.” She looks at me as though this is common knowledge. “That’s because it is a part of the deal that is knowing me.” “Do you come with any other rules I should be mad...