Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

I feel the tug of sleep at the center of my forehead like a weight that wants to push my eyes shut.

And I hate being bad at things. Hate failing.

It strikes me as unfair that so many terrible things can happen to one person. That one human can defy the odds so thoroughly. That the universe couldn’t have sprinkled a little of Jasper’s pain over more people to make his burden just a little bit lighter.

him. I don’t want him to feel like he needs to save me. I want to save myself.

I know his heart. I’m intimately familiar with all the pieces of it he’s given to me over the years.