Enticed By The Corsair (Corsairs, #3)

by Ruby Dixon

I should probably say something to reassure him. Sentorr would. Kivian would. Fran sure would. But all I do is crack my knuckles again, the blood singing in my veins at the thought of the upcoming fight. Some would say it’s a nervous habit, except I’m not nervous. I’m full of anticipation and irrational anger, both of which make my bloodthirsty pulse beat harder with every passing moment.

But that’s all right. I can wait, now that I’ve got something to live for. I’ve always had something to fight for, but this is different.

“Oh, I'm not fixed. I'm as broken as ever. But you get better at hiding it. And you get better at being broken.”

No wonder there's no fight left in her. They broke her and she hasn't had time to mend.