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

by Carissa Broadbent

I went to the doorway, then stopped before I entered, turning to Max and regarding him in silence. Shadow doused the hard panes of his face, but his features were so sharp that they sliced through the dusk, meeting mine with equal determination and wary curiosity. We stood only inches apart, each allowing the other to peer into a rare, guarded honesty. The urge to thank him lingered at the tip of my tongue. Don’t thank him for doing what he should have done to begin with, a snide, colder part of me hissed. I don’t know why I believe you, he had said. But I knew. He believed me because he wanted to believe me—wanted to believe in the possibility of something better, however unlikely it was. And that? That was something that sank into my soul like water after miles and miles of parched, desperate desert. “Thank you,” I said, and went inside.

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