Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

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

And if I’ve figured out anything in this Shakespearean tragedy of a life, it’s that life is just moments all strung together like multicolor Christmas lights. You always end up liking some colors better than others.

I should be worried, but all I can think is there she is. The firecracker girl. The prima ballerina who trains her ass off and drinks cheap beer like it’s fine wine.

“Lose that fucking ring and crawl.”