Fearless (The Powerless Trilogy, #3)

by Lauren Roberts

“I’m selfish, Paedyn. I burned your home to the ground just to have you and now it is all of Ilya standing in my way, tempting me to light a match.”

AH the quote

He looks away, crossing his arms over the broad chest beneath. “Good. Because if I have to choose between you or Kitt…” “I know,” I murmur. Tears threaten to wash away the anger I’m cowering behind. “Do you?” Those gray eyes glide over me in that way I’m certain I’ll never get used to. “Because I sure as hell don’t.”

I run a hand through my ruffled hair, still angered by our argument days ago. The hours have dragged on without her to brighten them, leaving me with nothing to do but gamble away my shillings and drink enough rum to convince myself it tastes good.

Bro get a hobby

She cups my face, head shaking and smile trembling. “Damn fate, and duty, and every other word meant to keep us apart.” Tears slip from those blue eyes I would happily drown in. “I want to hide with you beneath the willow tree. You are the secret I will spend the rest of my life keeping.” Her voice quivers beneath the weight of such a promise. “Us.” That alone is enough to have tears springing to my eyes. So I nod. Her face in my hands, my heart in hers.

I’ve never been so relieved to set foot in Ilya.

Literally nothing happened on the trip

It is only right to visit our home with her hugging me closely.

OH MY GOSH IS MAK GONNA BE TGERE

“This alley is taken. You’ll have to find another place to—” I turn to let my teary gaze fall on this stranger. His brown eyes widen with a recognition I don’t share. Strands of black hair fall around strong cheekbones while the rest is pulled back with a loose strap. I blink at the lonely silver streak threading among such darkness, as though a lock of my own hair lives on his head.

MAKKKKK

“What?” I ask weakly. This man does not look like the type to smile easily, though that may have only been the case before Adena gave him a reason to. He shuts his eyes to bask in the warm light. “Just admiring the sun.”

STOP

“Where’s your sword? I need to hit something.” A ray of sunshine, this one.

“Ready?” “Not as ready as you,” he mocks. “Did you go to sleep in these clothes?” “I’m just ready to get this over with,” I bite back. “Well, it seems you’re already in the brutal mood,” he mutters as we head down the long hallway.

Lol

One last time, he whispers, “It’s okay. It was a good fight.” And then the blade is buried to its hilt. I scream.

WHAT

I am grief. I am sorrow. I am anguish alike.

Youre alive

“Kitt knew it wasn’t you in that arena,” I murmur. My eyes fall to his unscathed chest. “So who did I kill?”

Yeah who. IM SCARED

“I see you two found each other.” That is the first thing Kitt says when we walk into his study. The second is a sighed apology. “I’m sorry for what I put you both through. Truly.”

ARE YOU

“It’s Adena’s boy from Loot.” She chokes on his name. “Mak.”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

A small body tumbles from the maze of crop to scurry toward us. That shock of gray hair blows around her face, obscuring the excitement displayed there. With a large ear of corn gripped between tiny fingers, she runs into her father’s awaiting arms.

A CHILD