Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

She’s spitting mad right now. Mad at me. But I think that’s just because she trusts me enough to let her anger out, and I’m okay with letting her. I’m happy to be that person for her.

But I’d rather she show violence than apathy. That means the wild girl is still in there somewhere.

Trying to make sense of this version of my friend. Protective and possessive, devotion fortifying every move he makes.

That’s not how feelings work—they just are, no matter what anyone else thinks of them.

I hate losing . . . and yet, to see him smile like that, I’d lose over and over again.

It just is. The sky is blue. The grass is green. And I’ve loved Jasper Gervais from the first day I laid eyes on him.

You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”

figure out how to deserve a relationship with me. Maybe one day we can talk.”