
Powerless
I’ll believe it when I feel it.
I may be the thief, but I’m regularly robbed of rest.
“I caught you, didn’t I?” Now it’s my turn to laugh.
My mind is reeling, replaying the observations I made of him as I make my way down Loot. The scars splattering his arms and the raw knuckles from a recent fight intrigued me the most, and it’s almost a shame I won’t discover the story that accompanies them.
“Looks like I messed up your pretty face after all, despite my best efforts.”
“Oh, this is nothing.” She laughs breathlessly. “You should see the damage I did to your pretty face.”
A smile lifts my lips at the image of a former Slummer and future ruler hand in hand, the perfect picture of polar opposites. The most powerful man paired with the most powerless woman.
She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.
I gasp. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Darling, that is a very loaded question.”