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

by Carissa Broadbent

“This isn’t typically the context in which I’d like to hear that. But my answer is the same nonetheless.”

“And who the hell are we,” he finally said, voice low and thick, “to carry something so precious?”

“That one will bring you here.” He paused, cleared his throat. “If— if you ever wanted to return. It’ll only work within a few miles, but…”

“Max,” I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, “you think I’m functional?” A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. “I think,” he said, “that you are breathtakingly functional.”

To be reminded of everything I had already lost while looking into the eyes of everything I had left to lose.

Well, that was more effective than any bucket of cold water: Oh, yes, now I remember. Everything is terrible.

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