Fearless (The Powerless Trilogy, #3)

by Lauren Roberts

“Champagne is not nearly as fun in the morning.”

“You think so little of me?” “I wish I did.” His eyes are icy. “I wish I could think about anything else.”

Power is a sickness that corrupts all those who get a taste.

Panic pushes me to the edge of my seat, awaiting her next move. But it is the false smile she plasters on her face that has me truly worried.

My soul is stained with death and drenched in the regret of it.

the scar above my heart still sears with the memory of a mud-streaked girl at the mercy of a monster. Until she became one herself.

“Paedyn.” I can feel the exact moment my heart shatters. It’s when I turn, my eyes crashing into ones well memorized. When mist meets the deepest sea. When a Shadow faces its Flame.

He is devastation dressed with the shell of devotion.