The Puppeteer and The Poisoned Pawn (The Pawn and The Puppet #3)

by Brandi Elise Szeker

I’ll pull myself together. I won’t let them see how this has ripped my heart out. I’ll clean myself up, scrub the dirt and devastation from my skin, and wash away the stained trail of tears from my puffy eyes and cheeks.

He sighs, still not looking back at me. “I’d do it a thousand more times.” “Why?” Stupid question. But is it? After everything I’ve learned. Why would he put himself through all of this for me? “Because… I’d never let you burn alone.”

That girl is dead. No longer in existence. No longer able to call the shots. This woman standing in the thirteenth room… has learned to be the dragon that flies over men.

Because I am the puppeteer. And this asylum is my stage.