Fearless (The Powerless Trilogy, #3)

by Lauren Roberts

Why couldn’t we have just stayed in that field of poppies? I would spend the rest of my days making her flower crowns if she wanted to be a queen. My queen. Not Kitt’s. Not Ilya’s. Mine.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” “It’s not promises I care to keep—it’s you.”

“So bow at my feet with a sneer, if you must. I won’t see it with your face to the ground.”

I see a friendship, not love. No, love is what I see when I look at his brother.

I’m suddenly standing before the king and his Enforcer. Kitt and Kai. Betrothed and regrettably not betrothed.

“Me? Or Kai?” I think I hear myself giggle. “Yes.”

“I am no Elite. And that is all you see when looking at me—everything I am not. So let me tell you what I am.” She takes a deep breath, the scar above her heart rising and falling. “I am power earned, not gifted. I became one of you. Observant enough to pose as a Psychic, strong enough to survive your Trials. Over and over, I have proved myself worthy of your loyalty.