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

by Carissa Broadbent

I would do whatever it took, except cry.

I had been so singularly focused on where I was going that I hadn’t stopped to think about what I would be leaving behind.

“Because if I allow myself to be angry, I will never stop.” He leaned closer. So close his nose brushed mine, so close I could count his eyelashes. And so close that I felt his warm breath across my face as he smiled and said, with the viciousness of smoke and steel, “Good.”

“They have nothing holding you anymore,” I said, between sobs. “There is nothing— nothing to make you stay.” “Don’t.” His whisper was raw and throaty. And I felt his tears mix with mine, hot against my cheek as our bodies folded around each other. “Don’t be stupid.”

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