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My blood is only useful if it can manage to stay inside my body.
My mind is only useful if it can manage to not get lost.
My heart is only useful if it can manage to not get broken.
Well, it seems I’ve become utterly useless, then.
My eyes flick over the floorboards beneath my feet, wandering over the worn wood. The mere sight of the familiar floor floods me with memories, and I fight to blink away the fleeting images of small feet atop big booted ones as they stepped in time to a familiar melody. I shake my head, trying to shake the memory from it despite desperately wishing I could dwell in the past, seeing that my present isn’t the most pleasant at the moment.
… sixteen, seventeen, eighteen—
I smile, ignoring the pain that pinches my skin.
Found you.
My stride is unsteady and stiff, sore muscles straining with each step toward the seemingly normal floorboard. I drop to my knees, biting my tongue against the pain, and claw at the wood with crimson-stained fingers I struggle to ignore.
The floor seems to be just as stubborn as I am, refusing to budge. I would have admired its resilience if it weren’t a damn piece of wood.
I don’t have time for this. I need to get out of here.
A frustrated sound tears from my throat before I blink at the board, blurting, “I could have sworn you were the secret compartment. Are you not the nineteenth floorboard from the door?”
I’m staring daggers at the wood before a hysterical laugh slips past my lips, and I tip my head back to shake it at the ceiling. “Plagues, now I’m talking to the floor,” I mutter, further proof that I’m losing my mind.
Although, it’s not as if I have anyone else to talk to.
It’s been three days since I stumbled back to my childhood home, haunted and half-dead. And yet, both my mind and body are far from healed.
I may have dodged death with each swipe of the king’s sword, but he still managed to kill a part of me that day after the final Trial. His words cut deeper than his blade ever could, slicing me with slivers of truths as he toyed with me, taunted me, told me of my father’s death with a smile tugging at his lips.
“Don’t you want to know who it was that killed your father?”
A shiver snakes down my spine while the king’s cold voice echoes through my skull.
“Let’s just say that your first encounter with a prince wasn’t when you saved Kai in the alley.’?”
If betrayal was a weapon, he bestowed it upon me that day, driving the blunt blade through my broken heart. I blow out a shaky breath, pushing away thoughts of the boy with gray eyes as piercing as the sword I watched him drive through my father’s chest so many years ago.
Staggering to my feet, I shift my weight over the surrounding floorboards, listening for an indicating creak while mindlessly spinning the silver ring on my thumb. My body aches all over, my very bones feeling far too fragile. The wounds I earned from my fight with the king were hastily tended to, the result of shaky fingers and silent sobs that left my vision blurry and stitches sloppy.
After limping from the Bowl Arena toward Loot Alley, I stumbled into the white shack I called home and the Resistance called headquarters. But I was greeted with emptiness. There were no familiar faces filling the secret room beneath my feet, leaving me with nothing but my pain and confusion.
I was alone—have been alone—left to clean up the mess that is my body, my brain, my bleeding heart.
The wood beneath me groans. I grin.
Once again I’m on the floor, prying up a beam to reveal a shadowy compartment beneath. I shake my head at myself, mumbling, “It’s the nineteenth floorboard from the window, not the door, Pae….”
I reach into the darkness, fingers curling around the unfamiliar hilt of a dagger. My heart aches more than my body, wishing to feel the swirling steel handle of my father’s weapon against my palm.
But I chose the shedding of blood over sentiment when I threw my beloved blade into the king’s throat. And my only regret is that he found it, promising to return it only when he’s stabbed it into my back.
Empty blue eyes blink at me in the reflection of the shiny blade I lift into the light, startling me enough to halt my hateful thoughts. My skin is splattered with slices, covered in cuts. I swallow at the sight of the gash traveling down the side of my neck, skim fingers over the jagged skin. Shaking my head, I slip the dagger into my boot, stowing away my scared reflection with it.
I spot a bow and its quiver of sharp arrows concealed in the compartment, and the shadow of a sad smile crosses my face at the memory of Father teaching me how to shoot, the gnarled tree behind our house my only target.
Slinging the bow and quiver across my back, I sift through the other weapons hidden beneath the floor. After tossing a few sharp throwing knives into my pack, where they joined the rations, blanket, water canteens, and the few crumpled garments I’d hastily tucked inside, I struggle to my feet.
I’ve never felt so delicate, so damaged. The thought has me swelling with anger, has me snatching a knife from my waist and itching to plunge it into the worn, wooden wall before me. Searing pain shoots down my raised arm when the brand above my heart pulls taut with the movement.
A reminder. A representation of what I am. Or rather, what I’m not.
O for Ordinary.
I send the knife flying, plunging it into the wood with gritted teeth. The scar stings, gloating of its endless existence on my body.
“… I will leave my mark upon your heart, lest you forget who’s broken it.”
I stalk over to the blade, ready to yank it from the wall, when the board beneath my foot creaks, drawing my attention. Despite knowing that flimsy floorboards are anything but foreign to houses in the slums, my curiosity has me bending to investigate.
If every creaky board were a compartment, our floor would be littered with them—
The wood lifts and my eyebrows do the same, shooting up my forehead in shock. I huff out a humorless laugh as I reach into the shadows of the compartment I didn’t know existed.
Silly of me to think that the Resistance was the only secret Father kept from me.
My fingers brush worn leather before I pull out a large book, stuffed with papers that threaten to spill out. I flip through it, recognizing the messy handwriting of a Healer.
Father’s journal.
I shove it into my pack, knowing I don’t have the time or safety needed to study his work now. I’ve been here too long, spent too many days wounded and weak and worrying that I’ll be found.
The Sight who witnessed me murder the king has likely displayed that image all over the kingdom. I need to get out of Ilya, and I’ve already wasted the head start he so graciously gave me.
I make my way to the door, ready to slip out and onto the streets where I can disappear into the chaos that is Loot. From there, I’ll attempt to head across the Scorches to the city of Dor, where Elites don’t exist and Ordinary is all they know.
Reaching for the door and the quiet street beyond—
I halt, hand outstretched.
Quiet.
It’s nearly midday, meaning Loot and its surrounding streets should be a swarm of swearing merchants and squealing children as the slums buzz with color and commotion.
Something’s not right—
The door shudders, something—someone—ramming into it from the outside. I jump back, eyes darting around the room. I contemplate ducking down the secret stairwell to the room beneath that held the Resistance meetings, but the thought of being cornered down there makes me queasy. That’s when my gaze snaps to the fireplace, and I sigh in annoyance despite my current situation.
How do I always find myself in a chimney?
The door breaks open with a bang before I’ve barely shimmied halfway up the grimy wall, my feet planted on either side of me while bricks dig into my back.
Brawny.
Only an Elite with extraordinary strength would be able to smash through my barricaded and bolted door so quickly. The sound of heavy boots has me figuring that five Imperials have just filed into my home.
“Don’t just stand there. Search the place and convince me that you’re useful.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of that cool voice, the one I’ve heard sound like both a caress and a command. I stiffen, slipping slightly down the sooty wall.
He’s here.
The voice that follows is gravelly, belonging to an Imperial. “You heard the Enforcer. Get a move on.”
The Enforcer.
I bite my tongue, whether to keep myself from letting out a bitter laugh or a scream, I’m not sure. My blood boils at the title, reminding me of everything he’s done, every bit of evil he’s committed in the shadow of the king. First for his father, and now for his brother—thanks to me ridding him of the former.
Except he’s not thanking me. No, he’s come to kill me instead.
“Maybe when I rid myself of you, I’ll find my courage. So I’m giving you a head start.”
A lot of good his head start has done me.
I can’t risk being heard scrambling up the chimney, so I wait, listening to heavy footsteps stomping through the house in search of me. My legs are beginning to shake, straining to hold me up while my every wound has me wincing in pain.
“Check the bookcases in the study. There should be a secret passage behind one,” the Enforcer commands dryly, sounding bored.
Once again, I find myself stiffening. A Resistance member must have confessed that little secret after he tortured it out of them. My pulse quickens at the thought of the fight after the final Trial in the Bowl when Ordinaries, Fatals, and Imperials clashed in a bloody battle.
A bloody battle that I still don’t know the outcome of.
The steps of the Imperials grow distant, the sounds of their search softening as they head down the stairs and into the room beneath.
Quiet.
And yet, I know he’s still in this room. Only a feeble amount of feet separate us. I can practically feel his presence, just as I’ve felt the heat of his body against mine, the heat of his gray gaze as it swept over me.
A floorboard creaks. He’s close. I’m shaking with anger, revenge coursing through my blood and desperately wishing to spill his. It’s a good thing I can’t see his face because if I were to catch sight of one of his stupid dimples right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from trying to claw it from his face.
But I steady my breathing instead, knowing that if I fight him now, my fury won’t be enough to beat him. And I intend to win when I finally face the Enforcer.
“I imagine you pictured my face when you threw that knife.” His voice is quiet, considering, sounding far more like the boy I knew. Memories of him flood my mind, managing to make my heart race. “Isn’t that right, Paedyn?” And there it is. The edge is back in the Enforcer’s voice, erasing Kai and leaving a commander.
My heart hammers against my rib cage.
He can’t know I’m here. How could he possibly—
The sound of a blade ripping from splintered wood tells me he yanked my knife out of the wall. I hear a familiar flicking noise and can practically picture him mindlessly flipping the weapon in his hand.
“Tell me, darling, do you think of me often?” His voice is a murmur, as if his lips were pressed against my ear. I shiver, knowing exactly what that feels like.
If he knows I’m here then why hasn’t he—
“Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?”
My breath hitches.
So he doesn’t know I’m here, not for certain.
His admission told me as much.
As an Ordinary who was trained and tailored into a Psychic, I was taught by my father to read people, to gather information and observations in a matter of seconds.
And I’ve had far more than a matter of seconds to read Kai Azer.
I’ve seen through his many masks and facades, glimpsing the boy beneath and growing to know him, care for him. And with all the betrayal now between us, I know he wouldn’t declare dreaming of me if he knew I was drinking in every word.
I hear the humor in his voice as he sighs. “Where are you, Little Psychic?”
His nickname is laughable, seeing that he and the rest of the kingdom now know I’m anything but. Anything but Elite.
Nothing but Ordinary.
Soot stings my nose and I have to clamp my hand over it to hold in a sneeze, reminding me of my many nights thieving from the stores lining Loot before escaping through cramped chimneys.
Cramped. Trapped. Suffocating.
My eyes dart across the bricks surrounding me in the darkness. The space is so small, so stuffy, so very easily making me panic.
Calm down.
Claustrophobia chooses the worst times to claw to the surface and remind me of my helplessness.
Breathe.
I do. Deeply. The hand still clamped over my nose smells faintly of metal—sharp and strong and stinging my nose.
Blood.
I pull the shaky hand away from my face, and though I can’t see the crimson staining my fingers, I can practically feel it clinging to me. There’s still blood crusted under my cracked nails, and I don’t know whether it’s mine, the king’s, or—
I suck in a breath, trying to pull myself together. The Enforcer looms far too close to me, pacing the floor, wood groaning beneath him with each step.
Getting caught because I started sobbing would be equally as embarrassing as getting caught for sneezing.
And I refuse to do either.
At some point, the Imperials stomp back into the room beneath me. “No sign of her, Your Highness.”
There’s a long pause before his highness sighs. “Just as I thought. You’re all useless.” His next words are sharper than the blade he flips casually in his hand. “Get out.”
The Imperials don’t waste a single second before scrambling toward the door and away from him. I don’t blame them.
But he’s still here, leaving nothing but silence to stretch between us. I have a hand clamped over my nose again, and the smell of blood combined with the cramped chimney has my head spinning.
Memories flood my mind—my body caked in blood, my screams as I tried to scrub it away, only managing to stain my skin a sickening red. The sight and smell of so much blood made me sick, made me think of my father bleeding out in my arms, of Adena doing the same.
Adena.
Tears prick my eyes, forcing me to blink away the image of her lifeless body in the sandy Pit. The metallic stench of blood fills my nose again, and I can’t stand to smell it, to look at it, to feel it—
Breathe.
A heavy sigh cuts through my thoughts. He sounds as tired as I feel. “It’s a good thing you’re not here,” he says softly, a tone I never thought I’d hear from him again. “Because I still haven’t found my courage.”
And then my home bursts into flames.
Reviews:
5.0 out of 5 stars Some of the BEST banter!!!
The media could not be loaded. Reckless by Lauren RobertsMy Book Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Spoiler Free Review: This is some of the best banter I’ve found in the romantasy genre! If you were a fan of Powerless, you’ll likely love this second book. I felt the world building and storyline were a bit lacking in this one. Some aspects became repetitive, like with characters escaping, being captured, escaping, captured... But honestly, I didn’t come here for an SJM Throne of Glass, seven book epic. The details and world building never felt lacking, they just aren’t the main plot focus. The pacing kept things moving along nicely. Lauren sucked me in with Powerless with the banter and slow burn between our two main characters. I was looking for more, and boy did she deliver.I’ve seen this book suggested alongside a lot of other books with spice. I believe Lauren has stated that she will be keeping this trilogy YA. But seriously don’t let that stop you. This was such a fun, light read!Cover/Jacket - I’m a big stickler for keeping design elements consistent over the length of a series. This hardcover jacket is beautiful and matches the design of Powerless well. Under the jacket, I actually LOVE the simplistic designs on the front hardcovers. The sword and arrow compliment each other nicely. The continuity shifts a bit on the hardcover spines. The Powerless text is noticeably larger than Reckless…ugh. Why must publishers do this to us!! Not too much of a dealbreaker as I’ll be displaying these with the jackets on. I won’t comment on the size difference with Powerful… 😅Product/Shipping: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Arrived on time in great condition.
4.0 out of 5 stars A worthy sequel
This book was nearly as powerful and intense as the first book. All of your favorite characters grappling with everything that happened in the previous book. It felt like the first book in many ways while still being its own story and moving the story of Payden, Kai and Kitt forward. Great ending reveal. It was intriguing to try and figure out how we’d get to a third book with these great characters, and I think the author does a great job of ending it in a way that’s surprising, interesting and making you want to continue to read this story.
5.0 out of 5 stars Love!
I love this entire series! Such a great book!!
5.0 out of 5 stars Beautiful Young Adult Romantic Fantasy
I could not be more impressed with the writing of Lauren Roberts. The imagery, the pacing, the plot, the resolution, everything about her books in the Powerless series blows me away. And she's so young! The depth of her characters and their stories and the insights into life are beautiful.Reckless is the second book in the Powerless series and it brought tears to my eyes a few times. Paedyn, our FMC, is a fugitive following the events at the end of Powerless. Now she is on the run, trying to evade the enemy she fell for during the Purging trials. This is an enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again story. You'll have whiplash in the BEST way.Side note: regarding the romance, the Powerless Trilogy is definitely young adult with only 1 chili pepper for the first two books. Mostly slow burn with endearing and sweet intimacy that builds through forced proximity and companionship versus a physically s3xual relationship on the page. I personally LOVE some spice in my books, so the fact that I DEVOURED these and could not put them down WITHOUT there being open page spice speaks volumes to the beauty of her writing. I'm not a writer myself, obviously, so I am struggling to express the quality of Lauren Roberts writing. But the story is just beautiful.Anyways, back to the plot. Lots of action and suspense throughout the book with Paedyn nearly dying MANY times. Kai... even though he's enemy number 1 in this book, I still LOVE him. I just want to give him all the hugs for the turmoil he has experienced in his life.Tropes: Enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, dual POVNow to the good stuff, my favorite quotes (these will be better reading than my writing above, lol):What is she without her fire fueling her? A shell of the Silver Savior she once was? The ghost of a girl I was willing to ruin myself for? If she fights for nothing she lives for death. But if she burns for something, she lives for hope.I want her to fight me.I want her to burn for me, even if it means with hatred.Funniest Forced Proximity, one-bed scene I've read. So the scene picks up after Paedyn has Kai turn around and not look while she changes."Can I turn around now?" I ask with a sigh when the bed creaks behind me."Shh, I'm trying to sleep."I spin to see her sprawled ato the quilt, the stolen gray shirt swallowing her whole. With arms and legs stretched wide, she attempts to take up as much of the bed as possible. The sight is so unexpected that I nearly choke on a laugh. "What is --""Sorry," she says, her eyes closed and lips crooked. "There's no more room on the bed.""I can see that, " I respond dryly.Home.The word stings my eyes, burns in my throat, just as the smoke had when I escaped the fiery fragments of my childhood. Each one of my homes is gone - my father, my Adena, my house on the corner of Merchant and Elm.She looks at me, shocked. And then she smiles, bright and big like the night sky hanging above us.I fear she could rival the stars.Lenny shakes his head. "You are a little cockroach, you know that?""Plagues," I snort. "You really know what a girl wants to hear, don't you?""No, I mean, I'm convinced you can survive anything.""Yeah, well, I'm convinced that becoming a curse," I say quietly."UGH. ALL of page 189.But here's a little..."I don't regret it." His words are a rush, a confession he's clung to. "I don't regret you, or what was between us. And I don't regret kissing you on that roof. But I know I'll regret what I have to do to you for the rest of my life."... "Do you regret it?" he asks, voice urgent...."I..." My hands find his arms, cupping his wrists. "I regret not doing it right. And I regret not being what I'm supposed to be.".... several sentences laterDeath emboldens. The end initiates...."Pretend," I whisper against his lips.I am recklessness incarnet. Until the very end.His next words mirror the ones whispered after placing me atop his feet to dance beside the firelight. "Let me swim for the both of us." -#swoonOut here I am Kai and nothing more." His throat bobs. "Out here I am powerless. A monster without an ability to hide behind. An Enforcer free from his masks.
Perfect
I’m in love they came in perfect condition
Dernier tome de la trilogie
Absolument fantastique.
Pretty cover
Arrived in perfect conditionHas the silver detailed cover :)
LOVE this book!😩
This book 😭 I loved every single part of it. The feelings I went through while reading it can’t even be described.I gave this book 5/5⭐️ when it deserves so much more. It needs its own scale. No, there’s not even a scale big enough to fit this book.Reckless starts off where Powerless ended and has a cliffhanger ending, you get to follow Kai and Paedyn as she has to face being on the run from the man she now is supposed to hate and Kai in search of the woman who killed his father forcing his brother to now take the throne. But it’s never that easy is it? B cause Paedyn isn’t about to come back willingly knowing her life is at stake and all she sees is Adenas death.The way it ended was exactly how I predicted it when I read the book but it didn’t make it any less good, no it made it even better cause I got that “HAH! I was right!” Feeling. This book had my heart growing two sizes and clenching with sorrow. It’s a masterpiece that should forever be remembered for the art it is. Thank you Lauren for this amazing book.Though it didn’t make me cry like the last book it still holds many memories and Pae and Kai will keep standing as one of my favorite couples. I need to know how this goes cause poor Kai needs his happy ending! I much this book sadly doesn’t, thought you’d finally get the HEA? Sorry to disappoint and say you won’t. But their story is beautiful and if you loved powerless and powerful you’ll absolutely love this book too.Again, thank you Lauren. You’re amazing.
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My blood is only useful if it can manage to stay inside my body.
My mind is only useful if it can manage to not get lost.
My heart is only useful if it can manage to not get broken.
Well, it seems I’ve become utterly useless, then.
My eyes flick over the floorboards beneath my feet, wandering over the worn wood. The mere sight of the familiar floor floods me with memories, and I fight to blink away the fleeting images of small feet atop big booted ones as they stepped in time to a familiar melody. I shake my head, trying to shake the memory from it despite desperately wishing I could dwell in the past, seeing that my present isn’t the most pleasant at the moment.
… sixteen, seventeen, eighteen—
I smile, ignoring the pain that pinches my skin.
Found you.
My stride is unsteady and stiff, sore muscles straining with each step toward the seemingly normal floorboard. I drop to my knees, biting my tongue against the pain, and claw at the wood with crimson-stained fingers I struggle to ignore.
The floor seems to be just as stubborn as I am, refusing to budge. I would have admired its resilience if it weren’t a damn piece of wood.
I don’t have time for this. I need to get out of here.
A frustrated sound tears from my throat before I blink at the board, blurting, “I could have sworn you were the secret compartment. Are you not the nineteenth floorboard from the door?”
I’m staring daggers at the wood before a hysterical laugh slips past my lips, and I tip my head back to shake it at the ceiling. “Plagues, now I’m talking to the floor,” I mutter, further proof that I’m losing my mind.
Although, it’s not as if I have anyone else to talk to.
It’s been three days since I stumbled back to my childhood home, haunted and half-dead. And yet, both my mind and body are far from healed.
I may have dodged death with each swipe of the king’s sword, but he still managed to kill a part of me that day after the final Trial. His words cut deeper than his blade ever could, slicing me with slivers of truths as he toyed with me, taunted me, told me of my father’s death with a smile tugging at his lips.
“Don’t you want to know who it was that killed your father?”
A shiver snakes down my spine while the king’s cold voice echoes through my skull.
“Let’s just say that your first encounter with a prince wasn’t when you saved Kai in the alley.’?”
If betrayal was a weapon, he bestowed it upon me that day, driving the blunt blade through my broken heart. I blow out a shaky breath, pushing away thoughts of the boy with gray eyes as piercing as the sword I watched him drive through my father’s chest so many years ago.
Staggering to my feet, I shift my weight over the surrounding floorboards, listening for an indicating creak while mindlessly spinning the silver ring on my thumb. My body aches all over, my very bones feeling far too fragile. The wounds I earned from my fight with the king were hastily tended to, the result of shaky fingers and silent sobs that left my vision blurry and stitches sloppy.
After limping from the Bowl Arena toward Loot Alley, I stumbled into the white shack I called home and the Resistance called headquarters. But I was greeted with emptiness. There were no familiar faces filling the secret room beneath my feet, leaving me with nothing but my pain and confusion.
I was alone—have been alone—left to clean up the mess that is my body, my brain, my bleeding heart.
The wood beneath me groans. I grin.
Once again I’m on the floor, prying up a beam to reveal a shadowy compartment beneath. I shake my head at myself, mumbling, “It’s the nineteenth floorboard from the window, not the door, Pae….”
I reach into the darkness, fingers curling around the unfamiliar hilt of a dagger. My heart aches more than my body, wishing to feel the swirling steel handle of my father’s weapon against my palm.
But I chose the shedding of blood over sentiment when I threw my beloved blade into the king’s throat. And my only regret is that he found it, promising to return it only when he’s stabbed it into my back.
Empty blue eyes blink at me in the reflection of the shiny blade I lift into the light, startling me enough to halt my hateful thoughts. My skin is splattered with slices, covered in cuts. I swallow at the sight of the gash traveling down the side of my neck, skim fingers over the jagged skin. Shaking my head, I slip the dagger into my boot, stowing away my scared reflection with it.
I spot a bow and its quiver of sharp arrows concealed in the compartment, and the shadow of a sad smile crosses my face at the memory of Father teaching me how to shoot, the gnarled tree behind our house my only target.
Slinging the bow and quiver across my back, I sift through the other weapons hidden beneath the floor. After tossing a few sharp throwing knives into my pack, where they joined the rations, blanket, water canteens, and the few crumpled garments I’d hastily tucked inside, I struggle to my feet.
I’ve never felt so delicate, so damaged. The thought has me swelling with anger, has me snatching a knife from my waist and itching to plunge it into the worn, wooden wall before me. Searing pain shoots down my raised arm when the brand above my heart pulls taut with the movement.
A reminder. A representation of what I am. Or rather, what I’m not.
O for Ordinary.
I send the knife flying, plunging it into the wood with gritted teeth. The scar stings, gloating of its endless existence on my body.
“… I will leave my mark upon your heart, lest you forget who’s broken it.”
I stalk over to the blade, ready to yank it from the wall, when the board beneath my foot creaks, drawing my attention. Despite knowing that flimsy floorboards are anything but foreign to houses in the slums, my curiosity has me bending to investigate.
If every creaky board were a compartment, our floor would be littered with them—
The wood lifts and my eyebrows do the same, shooting up my forehead in shock. I huff out a humorless laugh as I reach into the shadows of the compartment I didn’t know existed.
Silly of me to think that the Resistance was the only secret Father kept from me.
My fingers brush worn leather before I pull out a large book, stuffed with papers that threaten to spill out. I flip through it, recognizing the messy handwriting of a Healer.
Father’s journal.
I shove it into my pack, knowing I don’t have the time or safety needed to study his work now. I’ve been here too long, spent too many days wounded and weak and worrying that I’ll be found.
The Sight who witnessed me murder the king has likely displayed that image all over the kingdom. I need to get out of Ilya, and I’ve already wasted the head start he so graciously gave me.
I make my way to the door, ready to slip out and onto the streets where I can disappear into the chaos that is Loot. From there, I’ll attempt to head across the Scorches to the city of Dor, where Elites don’t exist and Ordinary is all they know.
Reaching for the door and the quiet street beyond—
I halt, hand outstretched.
Quiet.
It’s nearly midday, meaning Loot and its surrounding streets should be a swarm of swearing merchants and squealing children as the slums buzz with color and commotion.
Something’s not right—
The door shudders, something—someone—ramming into it from the outside. I jump back, eyes darting around the room. I contemplate ducking down the secret stairwell to the room beneath that held the Resistance meetings, but the thought of being cornered down there makes me queasy. That’s when my gaze snaps to the fireplace, and I sigh in annoyance despite my current situation.
How do I always find myself in a chimney?
The door breaks open with a bang before I’ve barely shimmied halfway up the grimy wall, my feet planted on either side of me while bricks dig into my back.
Brawny.
Only an Elite with extraordinary strength would be able to smash through my barricaded and bolted door so quickly. The sound of heavy boots has me figuring that five Imperials have just filed into my home.
“Don’t just stand there. Search the place and convince me that you’re useful.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of that cool voice, the one I’ve heard sound like both a caress and a command. I stiffen, slipping slightly down the sooty wall.
He’s here.
The voice that follows is gravelly, belonging to an Imperial. “You heard the Enforcer. Get a move on.”
The Enforcer.
I bite my tongue, whether to keep myself from letting out a bitter laugh or a scream, I’m not sure. My blood boils at the title, reminding me of everything he’s done, every bit of evil he’s committed in the shadow of the king. First for his father, and now for his brother—thanks to me ridding him of the former.
Except he’s not thanking me. No, he’s come to kill me instead.
“Maybe when I rid myself of you, I’ll find my courage. So I’m giving you a head start.”
A lot of good his head start has done me.
I can’t risk being heard scrambling up the chimney, so I wait, listening to heavy footsteps stomping through the house in search of me. My legs are beginning to shake, straining to hold me up while my every wound has me wincing in pain.
“Check the bookcases in the study. There should be a secret passage behind one,” the Enforcer commands dryly, sounding bored.
Once again, I find myself stiffening. A Resistance member must have confessed that little secret after he tortured it out of them. My pulse quickens at the thought of the fight after the final Trial in the Bowl when Ordinaries, Fatals, and Imperials clashed in a bloody battle.
A bloody battle that I still don’t know the outcome of.
The steps of the Imperials grow distant, the sounds of their search softening as they head down the stairs and into the room beneath.
Quiet.
And yet, I know he’s still in this room. Only a feeble amount of feet separate us. I can practically feel his presence, just as I’ve felt the heat of his body against mine, the heat of his gray gaze as it swept over me.
A floorboard creaks. He’s close. I’m shaking with anger, revenge coursing through my blood and desperately wishing to spill his. It’s a good thing I can’t see his face because if I were to catch sight of one of his stupid dimples right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from trying to claw it from his face.
But I steady my breathing instead, knowing that if I fight him now, my fury won’t be enough to beat him. And I intend to win when I finally face the Enforcer.
“I imagine you pictured my face when you threw that knife.” His voice is quiet, considering, sounding far more like the boy I knew. Memories of him flood my mind, managing to make my heart race. “Isn’t that right, Paedyn?” And there it is. The edge is back in the Enforcer’s voice, erasing Kai and leaving a commander.
My heart hammers against my rib cage.
He can’t know I’m here. How could he possibly—
The sound of a blade ripping from splintered wood tells me he yanked my knife out of the wall. I hear a familiar flicking noise and can practically picture him mindlessly flipping the weapon in his hand.
“Tell me, darling, do you think of me often?” His voice is a murmur, as if his lips were pressed against my ear. I shiver, knowing exactly what that feels like.
If he knows I’m here then why hasn’t he—
“Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?”
My breath hitches.
So he doesn’t know I’m here, not for certain.
His admission told me as much.
As an Ordinary who was trained and tailored into a Psychic, I was taught by my father to read people, to gather information and observations in a matter of seconds.
And I’ve had far more than a matter of seconds to read Kai Azer.
I’ve seen through his many masks and facades, glimpsing the boy beneath and growing to know him, care for him. And with all the betrayal now between us, I know he wouldn’t declare dreaming of me if he knew I was drinking in every word.
I hear the humor in his voice as he sighs. “Where are you, Little Psychic?”
His nickname is laughable, seeing that he and the rest of the kingdom now know I’m anything but. Anything but Elite.
Nothing but Ordinary.
Soot stings my nose and I have to clamp my hand over it to hold in a sneeze, reminding me of my many nights thieving from the stores lining Loot before escaping through cramped chimneys.
Cramped. Trapped. Suffocating.
My eyes dart across the bricks surrounding me in the darkness. The space is so small, so stuffy, so very easily making me panic.
Calm down.
Claustrophobia chooses the worst times to claw to the surface and remind me of my helplessness.
Breathe.
I do. Deeply. The hand still clamped over my nose smells faintly of metal—sharp and strong and stinging my nose.
Blood.
I pull the shaky hand away from my face, and though I can’t see the crimson staining my fingers, I can practically feel it clinging to me. There’s still blood crusted under my cracked nails, and I don’t know whether it’s mine, the king’s, or—
I suck in a breath, trying to pull myself together. The Enforcer looms far too close to me, pacing the floor, wood groaning beneath him with each step.
Getting caught because I started sobbing would be equally as embarrassing as getting caught for sneezing.
And I refuse to do either.
At some point, the Imperials stomp back into the room beneath me. “No sign of her, Your Highness.”
There’s a long pause before his highness sighs. “Just as I thought. You’re all useless.” His next words are sharper than the blade he flips casually in his hand. “Get out.”
The Imperials don’t waste a single second before scrambling toward the door and away from him. I don’t blame them.
But he’s still here, leaving nothing but silence to stretch between us. I have a hand clamped over my nose again, and the smell of blood combined with the cramped chimney has my head spinning.
Memories flood my mind—my body caked in blood, my screams as I tried to scrub it away, only managing to stain my skin a sickening red. The sight and smell of so much blood made me sick, made me think of my father bleeding out in my arms, of Adena doing the same.
Adena.
Tears prick my eyes, forcing me to blink away the image of her lifeless body in the sandy Pit. The metallic stench of blood fills my nose again, and I can’t stand to smell it, to look at it, to feel it—
Breathe.
A heavy sigh cuts through my thoughts. He sounds as tired as I feel. “It’s a good thing you’re not here,” he says softly, a tone I never thought I’d hear from him again. “Because I still haven’t found my courage.”
And then my home bursts into flames.
Reviews:
5.0 out of 5 stars Some of the BEST banter!!!
The media could not be loaded. Reckless by Lauren RobertsMy Book Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Spoiler Free Review: This is some of the best banter I’ve found in the romantasy genre! If you were a fan of Powerless, you’ll likely love this second book. I felt the world building and storyline were a bit lacking in this one. Some aspects became repetitive, like with characters escaping, being captured, escaping, captured... But honestly, I didn’t come here for an SJM Throne of Glass, seven book epic. The details and world building never felt lacking, they just aren’t the main plot focus. The pacing kept things moving along nicely. Lauren sucked me in with Powerless with the banter and slow burn between our two main characters. I was looking for more, and boy did she deliver.I’ve seen this book suggested alongside a lot of other books with spice. I believe Lauren has stated that she will be keeping this trilogy YA. But seriously don’t let that stop you. This was such a fun, light read!Cover/Jacket - I’m a big stickler for keeping design elements consistent over the length of a series. This hardcover jacket is beautiful and matches the design of Powerless well. Under the jacket, I actually LOVE the simplistic designs on the front hardcovers. The sword and arrow compliment each other nicely. The continuity shifts a bit on the hardcover spines. The Powerless text is noticeably larger than Reckless…ugh. Why must publishers do this to us!! Not too much of a dealbreaker as I’ll be displaying these with the jackets on. I won’t comment on the size difference with Powerful… 😅Product/Shipping: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Arrived on time in great condition.
4.0 out of 5 stars A worthy sequel
This book was nearly as powerful and intense as the first book. All of your favorite characters grappling with everything that happened in the previous book. It felt like the first book in many ways while still being its own story and moving the story of Payden, Kai and Kitt forward. Great ending reveal. It was intriguing to try and figure out how we’d get to a third book with these great characters, and I think the author does a great job of ending it in a way that’s surprising, interesting and making you want to continue to read this story.
5.0 out of 5 stars Love!
I love this entire series! Such a great book!!
5.0 out of 5 stars Beautiful Young Adult Romantic Fantasy
I could not be more impressed with the writing of Lauren Roberts. The imagery, the pacing, the plot, the resolution, everything about her books in the Powerless series blows me away. And she's so young! The depth of her characters and their stories and the insights into life are beautiful.Reckless is the second book in the Powerless series and it brought tears to my eyes a few times. Paedyn, our FMC, is a fugitive following the events at the end of Powerless. Now she is on the run, trying to evade the enemy she fell for during the Purging trials. This is an enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again story. You'll have whiplash in the BEST way.Side note: regarding the romance, the Powerless Trilogy is definitely young adult with only 1 chili pepper for the first two books. Mostly slow burn with endearing and sweet intimacy that builds through forced proximity and companionship versus a physically s3xual relationship on the page. I personally LOVE some spice in my books, so the fact that I DEVOURED these and could not put them down WITHOUT there being open page spice speaks volumes to the beauty of her writing. I'm not a writer myself, obviously, so I am struggling to express the quality of Lauren Roberts writing. But the story is just beautiful.Anyways, back to the plot. Lots of action and suspense throughout the book with Paedyn nearly dying MANY times. Kai... even though he's enemy number 1 in this book, I still LOVE him. I just want to give him all the hugs for the turmoil he has experienced in his life.Tropes: Enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, dual POVNow to the good stuff, my favorite quotes (these will be better reading than my writing above, lol):What is she without her fire fueling her? A shell of the Silver Savior she once was? The ghost of a girl I was willing to ruin myself for? If she fights for nothing she lives for death. But if she burns for something, she lives for hope.I want her to fight me.I want her to burn for me, even if it means with hatred.Funniest Forced Proximity, one-bed scene I've read. So the scene picks up after Paedyn has Kai turn around and not look while she changes."Can I turn around now?" I ask with a sigh when the bed creaks behind me."Shh, I'm trying to sleep."I spin to see her sprawled ato the quilt, the stolen gray shirt swallowing her whole. With arms and legs stretched wide, she attempts to take up as much of the bed as possible. The sight is so unexpected that I nearly choke on a laugh. "What is --""Sorry," she says, her eyes closed and lips crooked. "There's no more room on the bed.""I can see that, " I respond dryly.Home.The word stings my eyes, burns in my throat, just as the smoke had when I escaped the fiery fragments of my childhood. Each one of my homes is gone - my father, my Adena, my house on the corner of Merchant and Elm.She looks at me, shocked. And then she smiles, bright and big like the night sky hanging above us.I fear she could rival the stars.Lenny shakes his head. "You are a little cockroach, you know that?""Plagues," I snort. "You really know what a girl wants to hear, don't you?""No, I mean, I'm convinced you can survive anything.""Yeah, well, I'm convinced that becoming a curse," I say quietly."UGH. ALL of page 189.But here's a little..."I don't regret it." His words are a rush, a confession he's clung to. "I don't regret you, or what was between us. And I don't regret kissing you on that roof. But I know I'll regret what I have to do to you for the rest of my life."... "Do you regret it?" he asks, voice urgent...."I..." My hands find his arms, cupping his wrists. "I regret not doing it right. And I regret not being what I'm supposed to be.".... several sentences laterDeath emboldens. The end initiates...."Pretend," I whisper against his lips.I am recklessness incarnet. Until the very end.His next words mirror the ones whispered after placing me atop his feet to dance beside the firelight. "Let me swim for the both of us." -#swoonOut here I am Kai and nothing more." His throat bobs. "Out here I am powerless. A monster without an ability to hide behind. An Enforcer free from his masks.
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Absolument fantastique.
Pretty cover
Arrived in perfect conditionHas the silver detailed cover :)
LOVE this book!😩
This book 😭 I loved every single part of it. The feelings I went through while reading it can’t even be described.I gave this book 5/5⭐️ when it deserves so much more. It needs its own scale. No, there’s not even a scale big enough to fit this book.Reckless starts off where Powerless ended and has a cliffhanger ending, you get to follow Kai and Paedyn as she has to face being on the run from the man she now is supposed to hate and Kai in search of the woman who killed his father forcing his brother to now take the throne. But it’s never that easy is it? B cause Paedyn isn’t about to come back willingly knowing her life is at stake and all she sees is Adenas death.The way it ended was exactly how I predicted it when I read the book but it didn’t make it any less good, no it made it even better cause I got that “HAH! I was right!” Feeling. This book had my heart growing two sizes and clenching with sorrow. It’s a masterpiece that should forever be remembered for the art it is. Thank you Lauren for this amazing book.Though it didn’t make me cry like the last book it still holds many memories and Pae and Kai will keep standing as one of my favorite couples. I need to know how this goes cause poor Kai needs his happy ending! I much this book sadly doesn’t, thought you’d finally get the HEA? Sorry to disappoint and say you won’t. But their story is beautiful and if you loved powerless and powerful you’ll absolutely love this book too.Again, thank you Lauren. You’re amazing.
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