Out of the Ashes (The Ending, #3)

by Lindsey Fairleigh

It was just that I was so damn small nobody was ever intimidated by me. And when I had made a point to stand up for myself or—shudder—lost my temper, I was pretty sure people saw me as the human version of a snarling Chihuahua. Not. Scary. At. All.

But time was a funny thing; it went by so fast that things changed in the blink of an eye.