Daughter of No Worlds (The War of Lost Hearts, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

“I hope that whoever did that to you died a terrible, painful death,” he said at last, words hissing like steam. “And I hope that if there is an underworld, they suffer there forever.”

“What is it that you want? In life.” Only a very brief pause, and then he muttered, “Mostly, I just want everyone to leave me alone.”

It was amazing, the mental somersaults minds and hearts could do to justify their actions in the name of love.

“But it was only at the end that I realized,” I said. “He loved me as a thing belonging of him. Not as a person.”

“The way I look at it,” he said, very solemnly, so quietly that his words slipped into the air like steam, “you didn’t forget what you were. I think you remembered. And I hope no one ever again has the fucking audacity to tell you otherwise.”

“Sometimes— sometimes I look at you and I’m amazed at the sheer fucking scale of how people have failed you. Just utterly failed you. It’s enough to make me sick, so what about you? How can you look at any