Fearless (The Powerless Trilogy, #3)

by Lauren Roberts

But in some cases, it is love that first spurs these lusts. Or rather, the loss of it. Though these odd contradictories are rare, they are consistently tragic.

And it made me realize that I’d much rather spend the rest of my life apart from you, watching at a distance, than without you.”

I’m breathless at the sight of her, doomed by the hope of having her. It’s a beautiful ruin, a devastating devotion. This girl holds my heart in her hands, could crush it between her fingers and still have me thanking her for the touch.

She is a vision, something so ethereal in this moment that I may just believe there is a God.

I am dead beside him but cursed to keep living.