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

by Carissa Broadbent

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

I had been just a child, when I met him. Just a child, and he had taken me in, told me I should feel grateful because he only beat me sparingly, because he waited a few years to rape me, because he didn’t send me off to my death like he did to so many others.

Now, for the first time, I realized the breadth of the gaping absence we would leave in each other.

“I’m both disgusted and impressed by the delight with which you flaunt your superiority over a bunch of children,”

“Fuck you.” “I don’t need anyone’s leftovers.”