Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Because she’s a tether that has never let go, even when I’ve wanted her to.

Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.

“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”

My body screams at me to go back to him. But I don’t want to be that ballerina in a jewelry box with him. I don’t want him to feel like he needs to save me. I want to save myself.