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A drop of blood splatters onto the floor, marring the pristine marble beneath my shaking legs.
I stare at the scarlet splotch, ears ringing and vision blurring.
Honey. It’s just honey.
Rivers of red twine down my leg, their currents swift enough to have me rocking on my heels. Or maybe it’s the slow realization of my fate that has this throne room spinning like the band of steel that chokes my thumb. I blink at the shiny floor, staring at the shell of a girl reflected up at me. Her face is streaked with dirt, eyes haunted by a future she hasn’t yet seen and never thought she would. Silver hair dusts her shoulders, as pale as the sweaty face it sticks to. She sways, like one might on the shoes of a loved one. Hands are cuffed behind her back, blood leaking from tattered skin.
She is shambles. She is haunted.
She is to be a bride.
But that can’t be true. I took his everything from him. And he is going to kill me for it. He has to.
My chest is suddenly too tight, breath catching in my throat beside the flood of words I’m swallowing back. Because death is the fate I’ve been preparing for my whole life—the destiny I deserve. I feel it on the stained fingertips that will forever drip with the blood of others, in the O carved atop my sputtering heart to brand me a weakness.
Death is the only constant in my life, like an old friend who hones every one of my dark secrets into a weapon. He calls me weak and all I hear is Ordinary. He calls me doomed and all I hear is an earnest promise. His is the hand my bloody fingers reach for because there is comfort in his imminence.
Now there is nothing but the ringing in my ears and this deafening quiet of the unknown.
“Paedyn.”
I stiffen at the same moment the looming figures around me do. He might as well have called me a traitor. A murderer. An Ordinary weakening our Elite kingdom. Because those are the only names this court knows me by. The only names the entirety of Ilya spit as I was paraded to their king. Simply, they sum up the insignificance of my short existence.
My eyes slowly climb from the pattern my blood has painted atop the floor.
Honey. It’s only honey.
Polished shoes crowd my vision, their black shine bleeding into equally dark pant legs. My gaze slides up the slim-fitting stretch of fabric and every seam concealing the strong body beneath. I urge my perusal upward, and my eyes collide with his belt buckle before skipping to the box resting innocently in his raised palm. I know what sits within that velvet case, can see it glinting out of the corner of my eye. And yet, I don’t spare it a glance, as if that could stop the sparkling shackle from inevitably slipping onto my finger.
Higher still is his wrinkled shirt. I trail every button until my gaze settles at the base of his throat and the collar encircling it. I have yet to look him fully in the face since my sentence rolled off his tongue.
“You are to be my bride.”
It’s as though I’ve been thrown back to the Trials and the equally challenging game of pretend that accompanied them. I couldn’t bear to look at him then, not unless I wished to see the king staring back. But I killed the man I once saw reflected in his son’s green gaze. Edric Azer haunts me only in the fragments of my mind and the matching broken heart he carved into. I made sure of that.
And yet, I still cannot bring myself to look at this Kitt.
My throat burns.
I may have created something far worse than his father.
“Paedyn.” His voice is startlingly soft, reminding me of a time when that wouldn’t have been shocking. “Look at me.”
This isn’t the first time he’s said those words in response to my pointed avoidance of his gaze. But there is now so much more keeping my eyes from his, a past far more ruinous than the resemblance to a king who had my father killed. There is betrayal. There is hurt. And history is not easily forgotten by the kings who write it.
But that hint of familiarity in his voice has my chin lifting, my eyes gliding from that crumpled collar to crash into his.
Green. Just as they were, and just as they always will be. He looks at me, and I look at him. A criminal without a father, and a son forever trying to please his. Just as we were, and just as we always will be.
And for the first time since that battle in the Bowl, we truly see each other.
His lips twitch into something too sinister for a smile, too soft for a scowl. As though he wears formidability itself. “The future queen of Ilya bows her head to no one.”
My mouth dries at his words while the entire court leans in to hear them. Their disbelief is palpable, mingling with the collective cloud of confusion that hangs thickly over our heads. Dozens of eyes prickle my skin, tracing the scar down my neck and the blood staining my skin. They take in this new version of the Silver Savior, the one who cut off the very thing that gave her the title. My short hair does little to conceal the brokenness I now bear so blatantly on my body.
The court gawks at what it is they glean from my appearance. I am a Psychic who is nothing of the sort. An Ordinary who somehow survived their Purging Trials, committed treason, killed their king, and is still standing here before them, alive against all odds.
That is when I hear Death’s whisper echoing from the darkest corner of my mind. The part of me that had accepted my imminent doom the moment I learned what it meant to be powerless in this kingdom. Now he calls me queen, and all I hear is laughter.
Because this fate may prove to be worse than Death himself.
“Uncuff her,” the king commands casually.
My breath catches at the brush of calluses against my skin.
Kai.
My head whips around, unable to stop myself. Unable to focus on anything but the burning need to look at him.
But it’s not his gray gaze I crash into. No, this one is brown, murky with blatant hatred. These are not the eyes I search for in every crowd. Not the eyes that rake over me with a reverence I revel in. Not the eyes that have counted every freckle dotting my nose, every shiver of my body.
My breath grows shaky before the Imperial who had carelessly cut that cuff from my ankle in the poppy field. He is to blame for every drop of my tainted blood marring this marble floor. His movements are as rough as the hands that carelessly yank at the chain encircling my wrists, further tearing the skin beneath.
Tears prick my eyes, and I blink, forcing them back. I shake my head slightly in defiance to the growing weakness within me and bite the quivering lip that portrays it. My gaze scans the room, body shuddering in pain as I search for him. I’m frantic, eyes fumbling over unfamiliar faces.
Damn the pretending. Damn the hiding. Damn everything but him and us and this moment where I need him.
But he’s nowhere to be found. And for the first time since stealing those silvers from him on Loot Alley, I feel utterly alone.
The lock clicks. The cuffs spring open.
They fall to the floor, clanking against stone and smearing blood. The sound rings through the ornate throne room, sounding of finality. Of freedom that comes at a price.
“Much better.”
I tear my eyes from the gaping crowd to find the king smiling pleasantly. Rubbing my raw wrists, I watch as Kitt extends the hand not currently cupped around that little black box I’m avoiding. I blink at his palm, his gesture of goodwill. This single touch separates a traitor from a future queen.
When my gaze flicks up to the king, he offers a single reassuring nod. But the look he wears is laced with a reminder—I have no say in any of this.
So, when my dirt-streaked hand meets his ink-stained one, I let him pull me closer.
I wonder if he can hardly bear to hold the hand that drove a sword through his beloved father’s chest, let alone slip a ring onto the finger that once dripped with his blood. As if in response to my racing thoughts, he gives me a gentle squeeze. The action is meant to comfort, though it alarms me far more than any threat.
“We Ilyans believe to have conquered the Plague many decades ago.” Kitt’s voice carries across the throne room, deliberate and domineering in that familiar way I know he learned from his father. “Yes, our powers are a gift from the Plague, but they are also a spit in its face. Because it is Elites who came out stronger on the other side of a sickness meant to kill us. Elites who protected our weak kingdom from conquerors. Elites who showcase their strength in the Purging Trials.”
Murmurs of agreement flutter throughout the room, followed by a wave of prideful nods. I bite my tongue, anger rising until it stains my cheeks with a flush. I am nothing more than their Ordinary entertainment, their example of weakness. I’ve been put on a pedestal to be poked and prodded, degraded and shamed.
“But Elites weren’t the only ones who survived the Plague, were we?”
His question has the rage cooling on my tongue, leaving my mouth dry. Time seems to slow as I turn my face to him and hang on every unspoken implication.
“No, there were also the Ordinaries,” he continues evenly. “The Ilyans who managed to stay alive, and yet, did not obtain abilities. And after years of coexistence with the Elites, they were banished and continually hunted for their lack of power.”
My palm grows sweaty against his. My whole body stills, though I’m unsure if it is my sentence or saving grace I’m waiting for.
The king—the Kitt I once knew—sweeps that green gaze over his court. Blond hair peeks between the swirling strands of his gilded crown, glowing like a halo atop his head. When he speaks, it is deliberate. It is calm. It is practiced. “And if we wish for our great kingdom to remain, we will welcome Ordinaries back into it.”
My knees threaten to buckle, but Kitt holds me upright. It’s as though he suspected as much and grabbed my hand, if only to keep me from collapsing at his words. Faces blur around me; mouths move; hands rise in protest. But I hear nothing, see nothing, know nothing but this moment and the hope for every one after.
Kitt’s mouth is moving again, cutting through the roaring crowd and my ringing ears. “I will address all your concerns in due time. But, for your peace of mind, I will elaborate quickly. Since sitting on my father’s throne, I have come to realize the dire state Ilya is slipping toward. I’ve learned more about our kingdom in these past few weeks than I ever had before.” Inclining his head to a figure in the crowd, he continues, “Calum was once a prisoner of mine. Once a Resistance leader who I thought was a radical.”
My heart stutters, my eyes searching until—
There he stands, swallowed within the crowd. It was his pale blond hair I found first, followed by those watchful blue eyes. Feeling my gaze, Calum offers me a slow nod. I press my lips together, fighting the radiant smile I ache to give him. Instead, I spell out the gratitude in my mind, knowing he’s likely reading the whirlwind of thoughts within.
Kitt pushes on, smothering the murmurs rippling through the throne room. “But the more I questioned him for his treasonous acts, the more he taught me about my own kingdom. Our resources run dangerously low, due to several decades of isolation. There is not enough room within our borders to hold the growing numbers of those in the slums, and records show that our food supply has dwindled alarmingly over the years.”
Ilya’s impending doom slides calmly off the king’s tongue, as if he’s spent every second since I escaped staring at the list of failures his father left him to deal with. My mind flashes back to that moment in the Scorches, when I had spat the truth of this kingdom’s fragility at Kai’s feet. My whole life has been spent in the slums, crowded and hungry. It’s no shock that the records reflect a scarcity I know firsthand.
“Dor and Tando will not trade their livestock, crops, or knowledge of adapting to the Scorches.” Kitt flicks his gaze over the stunned crowd. “We cannot expand, nor can we eat, without them. Izram’s water, the Shallows, has grown far more treacherous over the years. Even the fish within it shy away from our shore.” His voice grows solemn while I hang on every word. “If we do not open up our borders, and allow Ordinaries to live among us once again, this Elite kingdom will fall.”
There is a swelling of shouts before the king silences them with reason alone. “Even still, our surrounding cities will not trade with us if we remain an Elite society. When my father began the Purging three decades past, Ilya cut ties with Dor, Tando, and Izram. They lost our resources as much as we lost theirs, and this broken relationship will not be easily healed. These kingdoms now care very little for Elites.”
Warmth begins to pool in my chest, feeling so foreign I almost don’t recognize it to be hope. But I have witnessed the animosity of Dor alone, shared their loathing for Elites. Not because they possess powers, but because of how they treat those without. And after decades of self-righteous shunning, it will take quite the gesture of goodwill from Ilya to prompt peace.
I’m swaying on my feet again.
That gesture of goodwill is me.
I feel hazy, numb to the fate set before me. As an Ordinary, a united Ilya was all I ever hoped for. My home, a place where I no longer needed to pretend to be something I wasn’t in order to stay alive. But that skeptical, scrappy side of me says that Kitt couldn’t possibly want this. Not when his father did everything in his power to eradicate the Ordinaries.
“As for Paedyn Gray…” The sound of my name startles me back to an unsettling reality. “Her treason is not all that it seems. Our union will serve as a peace offering to the surrounding kingdoms. This show of faith will welcome Ordinaries back into Ilya, and therefore, entice our neighbors to reopen trade with welcoming Elites.” Kitt smiles tightly. “Our marriage will mark the beginning of my reign, and the strongest Ilya there has ever been.”
I’m picking apart every word, pulling at the syllables to make sense of them all. Then he turns toward me, every thought vanishing when he plucks that ring from its velvet box. There is a dizzying moment in which I think he might hear me swallow, might see the panic welling in my eyes.
That is when his gaze softens, and I see myself reflected in it.
Every fear, every bit of unease. He wears all of it and more. Because that ring in his shaking hand represents everything he was taught to hate. And yet, here he stands, going against the wishes of his beloved father in order to save this kingdom.
So, I let him raise my left hand between us. Let him see the willingness that smothers every worry. It is my turn to become the difference I always dreamed of being, even if the king’s reasonings do not resemble my own. He wishes only to salvage this kingdom by whatever means possible, while I offer him my hand for a united Ilya alone.
I am the sacrifice that Ordinaries have bled and died for.
I am the power they lack.
The ring trembles around my broken nail. His eyes flick to mine in quiet permission.
Every moment of my life has built up to this one. This one fleeting second of bravery.
I nod, and he pushes the ring down the length of my finger.
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5.0 out of 5 stars My first 6⭐ read in 2025🫶
Powerless, Reckless, and Fearless swept me into a whirlwind of emotions I hadn’t experienced with any other book. At the start, everything seemed to point toward a good ending, but the more I read, the more I began to doubt where it was heading. That uncertainty lingered right up to the end. Even though the finale felt right for all the characters, it still hit hard—because they all suffered, in different ways, and it wasn’t easy watching them go through it."Fearless" is a wild ride from start to finish. We follow Paedyn—this brilliant, brave girl who’s been faking powers in a society where power means everything. After all the twists and betrayals in the first two books, things really hit a boiling point in this one. Paedyn and Kai cross paths again, but it’s anything but simple. With secrets swirling and political tensions running high, they’re constantly walking a tightrope, trying to figure out who they can trust and how to survive the next big threat. What I absolutely loved about this story is how Paedyn proves that you don’t need magic to be powerful. Her strength comes from her smarts, her heart, and that unshakable will to do what’s right—even when the odds are stacked against her. And then there’s her relationship with Kai… whew. So many highs and lows, and every interaction between them kept me completely hooked. The book also weaves in powerful themes—loyalty, inner strength, and the courage it takes to stand your ground. It’s packed with emotion, jaw-dropping moments, and action that doesn’t let up. If you’re looking for a story that keeps you guessing and makes you feel every step of the way, Fearless won’t disappoint.In Fearless, Paedyn Gray emerges not just as a survivor, but as a symbol of integrity in a fractured world. Introduced in Powerless as a girl hiding her truth in a society that fears difference, Paedyn could have easily become hardened or bitter. Instead, she clings to compassion, loyalty, and a quiet fire that refuses to die out. Her bond with Adena reminds us of the strength in female friendship, while her connection to Kai adds a tangle of desire, doubt, and duty. Paedyn’s strength lies not in perfection, but in perseverance—she is a character shaped by pain, yet still full of hope.Kai’s character is defined by quiet conflict—a prince shaped by privilege, yet increasingly aware of its costs. His composed, rational nature conceals a deeper emotional complexity. Unlike many in his world, Kai recognizes the fractures beneath the surface of his society. His connection with Paedyn doesn’t just challenge his beliefs; it redefines them. Her strength draws something out of him: respect, introspection, and eventually, a spark of vulnerability. He approaches each choice with caution, rarely ruled by impulse, which gives his arc a sense of gravity and anticipation. In Fearless, Kai stands at a crossroads between duty and self-discovery, and that uncertainty makes him magnetic to watch.Fearless is the kind of finale that leaves you both breathless and content. The story kept me on edge all the way to the last page, and the emotional payoff was well worth the wait. Watching Paedyn and Kai face their final trials, and seeing the future of Ilya unfold, felt like a proper, earned conclusion. Lauren Roberts managed to wrap up every thread in a way that felt natural and satisfying. The tension, the action, the emotional beats—everything hit just right. And although the epilogue is from Kitt’s perspective, it still felt like the perfect goodbye. This is one of those endings that makes you reflect on the entire series with a full heart. The romance between Paedyn and Kai is one of the most captivating parts of Fearless. Their connection starts off shaky—distrust and differences keeping them apart. Paedyn seems defenseless in a world where power means everything, and Kai, full of strength, doesn’t know what to make of her. But slowly, their walls come down. Through trials and shared experiences, they begin to understand one another. Their journey from tension to tenderness adds such emotional depth to the story.Lauren Roberts’ writing style pulls you in from the get-go. It flows so naturally and paints such vivid pictures that it’s easy to get lost in the world she’s built. One thing she really nails is building tension—there were so many scenes where I couldn’t flip the page fast enough! She’s got a knack for capturing emotions, too, making you feel totally in sync with Paedyn and Kai. The action scenes are packed with energy, and the dialogues? So well done—they flesh out the characters and their bonds beautifully. Overall, her writing in Fearless hooks you and doesn’t let go.Quotes🫶⭐She looks at me, eyes as bright as the sea itself. I stare into them, memorizing the multitude of hues they hold in the flickering lantern light. My favorite color is a shade of her, a sliver of the vibrance she exudes. And I will gladly drown, gladly burn, gladly fall into those blue eyes until the day she looks at me for the last time.⭐You think I would not beg to run away with you? My duty may be to the king, but my heart, Pae, is wherever you are. It is in the palm of your hands, the pad of your thumb. So if you leave, I will follow. If you stay, I will bow. Because there has never been a moment when you did not own the only piece of me that mattered—loving you made me matter. And I ache to be full again.⭐“Paedyn, I love you. Like nothing else before, I love you. And I’ve been waiting to tell you since I realized your eyes are my favorite color and your freckles the only constellation worth looking at. I could lie—say that you’ve stolen my every thought and heartbeat like the thief you are, but all of me was already yours. Pae, you are my inevitable.”⭐“You really are becoming quite the gentleman.” “Only for you, darling.”⭐Paedyn rivaled me, the stars, the very sea with her gaze. She had me in the palm of her hand the moment she grabbed mine in that alley. And for the first time since I was a boy, fear gripped my heart. Right then and there, I knew she would be my undoing.⭐She is my dream. She is my piece of paradise. She is my inevitable.
4.0 out of 5 stars This is certainly an experience!
How do I even start? I was on the edge of my seat waiting for this book. Fearless was one of my most anticipated reads of the year—I devoured Powerless and Reckless in a day or two, so having to wait two whole months for this one felt like absolute torture.That being said… Fearless ended up being my least favorite of the three. Don’t get me wrong—I liked it. I really did. It was still a solid four-star read for me. But something about it felt rushed. Some plot points felt unnecessary, others were repetitive, and I wanted so much more from characters like Kitt, Mak, and Zailah, who didn’t get the attention or development they deserved.Let’s go back to that jaw-dropping ending in Reckless. Paedyn and Kitt are getting married? Excuse me?! That cliffhanger was immaculate—an absolutely stunning way to end the second book. But then Fearless begins… and I didn’t love where it went. I adore Kitt. I really do. But I was so disappointed with how his character was handled here. I wanted more scenes, more emotion, more of him. Instead, he felt like a shadow of the character I loved.But then there’s Kai. And Paedyn. Their romance? Indescribable. It had me giggling, kicking my feet, blushing—literally yearning. And I’m married to someone who already treats me like a queen, so I don’t even know why I was swooning the way I was. But the way Kai loves Paedyn is everything.<i>“Because there has never been a moment when you did not own the only piece of me that mattered—loving you made me matter. And I ache to be full again.”</i>Their connection felt so raw and intimate, like two people who saw each other completely—flaws, fears, and all—and still chose love in the midst of chaos. It added so much emotional weight to the story and made the quieter moments between them just as impactful as the action-packed ones.<i>“So bow at my feet with a sneer, if you must. I won’t see it with your face to the ground.”</i>One thing I loved was watching Paedyn step fully into her power. This was her boss bitch era, and I was here for every second of it. Every time the Elites tried to cut her down or make her feel less than, she squared her shoulders and reminded them exactly who she was: Paedyn Gray, the Silver Savior, the future Queen of Ilya.As for the plot, there were definitely repetitive elements—the trials, the grief, the emotional gut-punches. The pacing was my biggest issue. The first 100–150 pages? Gripping. I couldn’t put it down. But the middle dragged, and I found myself constantly distracted. Instagram. TikTok. Literally anything else. Then the final 150 pages hit, and I flew. I devoured them. It was chaos, it was fast-paced, it was everything I wanted from the rest of the book.Despite all the issues I had with the book, the twists and surprises had me shaking and quaking in my tunic. Discovering things about some characters’ beginnings to getting a glimpse through the eyes of the worst (Edric, I’m talking about you), I couldn’t have asked for much more—except, of course, all the things I already complained about!So yes, I had issues. I wanted more from certain characters. I struggled with the pacing. But I still loved this book. I’d still recommend it. And the ending was satisfying—bittersweet, emotional, and true to the world Lauren Roberts built. Still, I’ll say this:<b>Lauren Roberts, I demand reparations for the emotional trauma you put me through with Kitt Azer.</b><i>“Good. Bad.” I shrug a shoulder. “We are all just shadows of what we believe to be true.”</i>
Title is pink
Title is actl in pink and not the same as the rest
Read without fear!
I loved this series. Recommended for vacations and keeping the mind busy.
It’s pink!!!
Absolutely gorgeous. I haven’t read it uet but I’m sure I’ll love it. The cover is a nice thick paper, feels nice, the pink cover underneath is absolutely gorgeous. I love collecting special editions so even though I already have the paperback version of Powerless and Reckless, I will be buying these special editions from Bolo. The book came in perfect confirmation was packaged well.
Awesome book i loved it
Loved this book so much, a worthy ending to an amazing trilogy.
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Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Spice: 🔥⚠️ 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿 ⚠️A Stunning, Soul-Wrecking Finale – I’ll Never Be the Same AgainThis book wasn’t just the end of a trilogy—it felt like the end of a part of me. From the very first page, Fearless pulled me in and didn’t let go. I experienced every emotion possible: heartbreak, hope, fury, joy, and that hollow feeling when a perfect series ends.Kai and Paedyn’s bond? Beyond words. Their chemistry exploded off the page—raw, intense, and beautifully vulnerable. The way they fought for each other, even when torn apart by duty and betrayal, broke me. Their wedding scene? Absolutely magical. And their child Kit,was such a sweet, gut-punching detail. That moment really got me.Also, the quotes?! Soul-crushing in the best way.Paedyn continues to be one of the fiercest, most beautifully layered characters I’ve ever read. She's strong, flawed, and unforgettable. Kai, too, with his quiet protectiveness and deep emotion, had me tearing up constantly.Now let’s talk about Edric Azer’s POVs. I loved the insight they added, even though I wanted to scream at them. Especially Edric. I had an actual urge to strangle him. And Callum? Don’t even get me started. THAT ending? So deserved.Shoutout to the side characters too, Zailah was such a queen, and I seriously wish we got more of her. Ellie was precious, and Adena and Mak’s story added such a bittersweet layer. Their ending left me both soft and broken.The plot twists kept slapping me left and right, especially the one involving Kitt. I was losing my mind! The entire journey through the trials, the battles, and Paedyn’s backstory was wild. For a second, I even panicked thinking Kai and Pae might be related.The writing felt elevated. Lauren truly gave this book her heart.
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A drop of blood splatters onto the floor, marring the pristine marble beneath my shaking legs.
I stare at the scarlet splotch, ears ringing and vision blurring.
Honey. It’s just honey.
Rivers of red twine down my leg, their currents swift enough to have me rocking on my heels. Or maybe it’s the slow realization of my fate that has this throne room spinning like the band of steel that chokes my thumb. I blink at the shiny floor, staring at the shell of a girl reflected up at me. Her face is streaked with dirt, eyes haunted by a future she hasn’t yet seen and never thought she would. Silver hair dusts her shoulders, as pale as the sweaty face it sticks to. She sways, like one might on the shoes of a loved one. Hands are cuffed behind her back, blood leaking from tattered skin.
She is shambles. She is haunted.
She is to be a bride.
But that can’t be true. I took his everything from him. And he is going to kill me for it. He has to.
My chest is suddenly too tight, breath catching in my throat beside the flood of words I’m swallowing back. Because death is the fate I’ve been preparing for my whole life—the destiny I deserve. I feel it on the stained fingertips that will forever drip with the blood of others, in the O carved atop my sputtering heart to brand me a weakness.
Death is the only constant in my life, like an old friend who hones every one of my dark secrets into a weapon. He calls me weak and all I hear is Ordinary. He calls me doomed and all I hear is an earnest promise. His is the hand my bloody fingers reach for because there is comfort in his imminence.
Now there is nothing but the ringing in my ears and this deafening quiet of the unknown.
“Paedyn.”
I stiffen at the same moment the looming figures around me do. He might as well have called me a traitor. A murderer. An Ordinary weakening our Elite kingdom. Because those are the only names this court knows me by. The only names the entirety of Ilya spit as I was paraded to their king. Simply, they sum up the insignificance of my short existence.
My eyes slowly climb from the pattern my blood has painted atop the floor.
Honey. It’s only honey.
Polished shoes crowd my vision, their black shine bleeding into equally dark pant legs. My gaze slides up the slim-fitting stretch of fabric and every seam concealing the strong body beneath. I urge my perusal upward, and my eyes collide with his belt buckle before skipping to the box resting innocently in his raised palm. I know what sits within that velvet case, can see it glinting out of the corner of my eye. And yet, I don’t spare it a glance, as if that could stop the sparkling shackle from inevitably slipping onto my finger.
Higher still is his wrinkled shirt. I trail every button until my gaze settles at the base of his throat and the collar encircling it. I have yet to look him fully in the face since my sentence rolled off his tongue.
“You are to be my bride.”
It’s as though I’ve been thrown back to the Trials and the equally challenging game of pretend that accompanied them. I couldn’t bear to look at him then, not unless I wished to see the king staring back. But I killed the man I once saw reflected in his son’s green gaze. Edric Azer haunts me only in the fragments of my mind and the matching broken heart he carved into. I made sure of that.
And yet, I still cannot bring myself to look at this Kitt.
My throat burns.
I may have created something far worse than his father.
“Paedyn.” His voice is startlingly soft, reminding me of a time when that wouldn’t have been shocking. “Look at me.”
This isn’t the first time he’s said those words in response to my pointed avoidance of his gaze. But there is now so much more keeping my eyes from his, a past far more ruinous than the resemblance to a king who had my father killed. There is betrayal. There is hurt. And history is not easily forgotten by the kings who write it.
But that hint of familiarity in his voice has my chin lifting, my eyes gliding from that crumpled collar to crash into his.
Green. Just as they were, and just as they always will be. He looks at me, and I look at him. A criminal without a father, and a son forever trying to please his. Just as we were, and just as we always will be.
And for the first time since that battle in the Bowl, we truly see each other.
His lips twitch into something too sinister for a smile, too soft for a scowl. As though he wears formidability itself. “The future queen of Ilya bows her head to no one.”
My mouth dries at his words while the entire court leans in to hear them. Their disbelief is palpable, mingling with the collective cloud of confusion that hangs thickly over our heads. Dozens of eyes prickle my skin, tracing the scar down my neck and the blood staining my skin. They take in this new version of the Silver Savior, the one who cut off the very thing that gave her the title. My short hair does little to conceal the brokenness I now bear so blatantly on my body.
The court gawks at what it is they glean from my appearance. I am a Psychic who is nothing of the sort. An Ordinary who somehow survived their Purging Trials, committed treason, killed their king, and is still standing here before them, alive against all odds.
That is when I hear Death’s whisper echoing from the darkest corner of my mind. The part of me that had accepted my imminent doom the moment I learned what it meant to be powerless in this kingdom. Now he calls me queen, and all I hear is laughter.
Because this fate may prove to be worse than Death himself.
“Uncuff her,” the king commands casually.
My breath catches at the brush of calluses against my skin.
Kai.
My head whips around, unable to stop myself. Unable to focus on anything but the burning need to look at him.
But it’s not his gray gaze I crash into. No, this one is brown, murky with blatant hatred. These are not the eyes I search for in every crowd. Not the eyes that rake over me with a reverence I revel in. Not the eyes that have counted every freckle dotting my nose, every shiver of my body.
My breath grows shaky before the Imperial who had carelessly cut that cuff from my ankle in the poppy field. He is to blame for every drop of my tainted blood marring this marble floor. His movements are as rough as the hands that carelessly yank at the chain encircling my wrists, further tearing the skin beneath.
Tears prick my eyes, and I blink, forcing them back. I shake my head slightly in defiance to the growing weakness within me and bite the quivering lip that portrays it. My gaze scans the room, body shuddering in pain as I search for him. I’m frantic, eyes fumbling over unfamiliar faces.
Damn the pretending. Damn the hiding. Damn everything but him and us and this moment where I need him.
But he’s nowhere to be found. And for the first time since stealing those silvers from him on Loot Alley, I feel utterly alone.
The lock clicks. The cuffs spring open.
They fall to the floor, clanking against stone and smearing blood. The sound rings through the ornate throne room, sounding of finality. Of freedom that comes at a price.
“Much better.”
I tear my eyes from the gaping crowd to find the king smiling pleasantly. Rubbing my raw wrists, I watch as Kitt extends the hand not currently cupped around that little black box I’m avoiding. I blink at his palm, his gesture of goodwill. This single touch separates a traitor from a future queen.
When my gaze flicks up to the king, he offers a single reassuring nod. But the look he wears is laced with a reminder—I have no say in any of this.
So, when my dirt-streaked hand meets his ink-stained one, I let him pull me closer.
I wonder if he can hardly bear to hold the hand that drove a sword through his beloved father’s chest, let alone slip a ring onto the finger that once dripped with his blood. As if in response to my racing thoughts, he gives me a gentle squeeze. The action is meant to comfort, though it alarms me far more than any threat.
“We Ilyans believe to have conquered the Plague many decades ago.” Kitt’s voice carries across the throne room, deliberate and domineering in that familiar way I know he learned from his father. “Yes, our powers are a gift from the Plague, but they are also a spit in its face. Because it is Elites who came out stronger on the other side of a sickness meant to kill us. Elites who protected our weak kingdom from conquerors. Elites who showcase their strength in the Purging Trials.”
Murmurs of agreement flutter throughout the room, followed by a wave of prideful nods. I bite my tongue, anger rising until it stains my cheeks with a flush. I am nothing more than their Ordinary entertainment, their example of weakness. I’ve been put on a pedestal to be poked and prodded, degraded and shamed.
“But Elites weren’t the only ones who survived the Plague, were we?”
His question has the rage cooling on my tongue, leaving my mouth dry. Time seems to slow as I turn my face to him and hang on every unspoken implication.
“No, there were also the Ordinaries,” he continues evenly. “The Ilyans who managed to stay alive, and yet, did not obtain abilities. And after years of coexistence with the Elites, they were banished and continually hunted for their lack of power.”
My palm grows sweaty against his. My whole body stills, though I’m unsure if it is my sentence or saving grace I’m waiting for.
The king—the Kitt I once knew—sweeps that green gaze over his court. Blond hair peeks between the swirling strands of his gilded crown, glowing like a halo atop his head. When he speaks, it is deliberate. It is calm. It is practiced. “And if we wish for our great kingdom to remain, we will welcome Ordinaries back into it.”
My knees threaten to buckle, but Kitt holds me upright. It’s as though he suspected as much and grabbed my hand, if only to keep me from collapsing at his words. Faces blur around me; mouths move; hands rise in protest. But I hear nothing, see nothing, know nothing but this moment and the hope for every one after.
Kitt’s mouth is moving again, cutting through the roaring crowd and my ringing ears. “I will address all your concerns in due time. But, for your peace of mind, I will elaborate quickly. Since sitting on my father’s throne, I have come to realize the dire state Ilya is slipping toward. I’ve learned more about our kingdom in these past few weeks than I ever had before.” Inclining his head to a figure in the crowd, he continues, “Calum was once a prisoner of mine. Once a Resistance leader who I thought was a radical.”
My heart stutters, my eyes searching until—
There he stands, swallowed within the crowd. It was his pale blond hair I found first, followed by those watchful blue eyes. Feeling my gaze, Calum offers me a slow nod. I press my lips together, fighting the radiant smile I ache to give him. Instead, I spell out the gratitude in my mind, knowing he’s likely reading the whirlwind of thoughts within.
Kitt pushes on, smothering the murmurs rippling through the throne room. “But the more I questioned him for his treasonous acts, the more he taught me about my own kingdom. Our resources run dangerously low, due to several decades of isolation. There is not enough room within our borders to hold the growing numbers of those in the slums, and records show that our food supply has dwindled alarmingly over the years.”
Ilya’s impending doom slides calmly off the king’s tongue, as if he’s spent every second since I escaped staring at the list of failures his father left him to deal with. My mind flashes back to that moment in the Scorches, when I had spat the truth of this kingdom’s fragility at Kai’s feet. My whole life has been spent in the slums, crowded and hungry. It’s no shock that the records reflect a scarcity I know firsthand.
“Dor and Tando will not trade their livestock, crops, or knowledge of adapting to the Scorches.” Kitt flicks his gaze over the stunned crowd. “We cannot expand, nor can we eat, without them. Izram’s water, the Shallows, has grown far more treacherous over the years. Even the fish within it shy away from our shore.” His voice grows solemn while I hang on every word. “If we do not open up our borders, and allow Ordinaries to live among us once again, this Elite kingdom will fall.”
There is a swelling of shouts before the king silences them with reason alone. “Even still, our surrounding cities will not trade with us if we remain an Elite society. When my father began the Purging three decades past, Ilya cut ties with Dor, Tando, and Izram. They lost our resources as much as we lost theirs, and this broken relationship will not be easily healed. These kingdoms now care very little for Elites.”
Warmth begins to pool in my chest, feeling so foreign I almost don’t recognize it to be hope. But I have witnessed the animosity of Dor alone, shared their loathing for Elites. Not because they possess powers, but because of how they treat those without. And after decades of self-righteous shunning, it will take quite the gesture of goodwill from Ilya to prompt peace.
I’m swaying on my feet again.
That gesture of goodwill is me.
I feel hazy, numb to the fate set before me. As an Ordinary, a united Ilya was all I ever hoped for. My home, a place where I no longer needed to pretend to be something I wasn’t in order to stay alive. But that skeptical, scrappy side of me says that Kitt couldn’t possibly want this. Not when his father did everything in his power to eradicate the Ordinaries.
“As for Paedyn Gray…” The sound of my name startles me back to an unsettling reality. “Her treason is not all that it seems. Our union will serve as a peace offering to the surrounding kingdoms. This show of faith will welcome Ordinaries back into Ilya, and therefore, entice our neighbors to reopen trade with welcoming Elites.” Kitt smiles tightly. “Our marriage will mark the beginning of my reign, and the strongest Ilya there has ever been.”
I’m picking apart every word, pulling at the syllables to make sense of them all. Then he turns toward me, every thought vanishing when he plucks that ring from its velvet box. There is a dizzying moment in which I think he might hear me swallow, might see the panic welling in my eyes.
That is when his gaze softens, and I see myself reflected in it.
Every fear, every bit of unease. He wears all of it and more. Because that ring in his shaking hand represents everything he was taught to hate. And yet, here he stands, going against the wishes of his beloved father in order to save this kingdom.
So, I let him raise my left hand between us. Let him see the willingness that smothers every worry. It is my turn to become the difference I always dreamed of being, even if the king’s reasonings do not resemble my own. He wishes only to salvage this kingdom by whatever means possible, while I offer him my hand for a united Ilya alone.
I am the sacrifice that Ordinaries have bled and died for.
I am the power they lack.
The ring trembles around my broken nail. His eyes flick to mine in quiet permission.
Every moment of my life has built up to this one. This one fleeting second of bravery.
I nod, and he pushes the ring down the length of my finger.
Reviews:
5.0 out of 5 stars My first 6⭐ read in 2025🫶
Powerless, Reckless, and Fearless swept me into a whirlwind of emotions I hadn’t experienced with any other book. At the start, everything seemed to point toward a good ending, but the more I read, the more I began to doubt where it was heading. That uncertainty lingered right up to the end. Even though the finale felt right for all the characters, it still hit hard—because they all suffered, in different ways, and it wasn’t easy watching them go through it."Fearless" is a wild ride from start to finish. We follow Paedyn—this brilliant, brave girl who’s been faking powers in a society where power means everything. After all the twists and betrayals in the first two books, things really hit a boiling point in this one. Paedyn and Kai cross paths again, but it’s anything but simple. With secrets swirling and political tensions running high, they’re constantly walking a tightrope, trying to figure out who they can trust and how to survive the next big threat. What I absolutely loved about this story is how Paedyn proves that you don’t need magic to be powerful. Her strength comes from her smarts, her heart, and that unshakable will to do what’s right—even when the odds are stacked against her. And then there’s her relationship with Kai… whew. So many highs and lows, and every interaction between them kept me completely hooked. The book also weaves in powerful themes—loyalty, inner strength, and the courage it takes to stand your ground. It’s packed with emotion, jaw-dropping moments, and action that doesn’t let up. If you’re looking for a story that keeps you guessing and makes you feel every step of the way, Fearless won’t disappoint.In Fearless, Paedyn Gray emerges not just as a survivor, but as a symbol of integrity in a fractured world. Introduced in Powerless as a girl hiding her truth in a society that fears difference, Paedyn could have easily become hardened or bitter. Instead, she clings to compassion, loyalty, and a quiet fire that refuses to die out. Her bond with Adena reminds us of the strength in female friendship, while her connection to Kai adds a tangle of desire, doubt, and duty. Paedyn’s strength lies not in perfection, but in perseverance—she is a character shaped by pain, yet still full of hope.Kai’s character is defined by quiet conflict—a prince shaped by privilege, yet increasingly aware of its costs. His composed, rational nature conceals a deeper emotional complexity. Unlike many in his world, Kai recognizes the fractures beneath the surface of his society. His connection with Paedyn doesn’t just challenge his beliefs; it redefines them. Her strength draws something out of him: respect, introspection, and eventually, a spark of vulnerability. He approaches each choice with caution, rarely ruled by impulse, which gives his arc a sense of gravity and anticipation. In Fearless, Kai stands at a crossroads between duty and self-discovery, and that uncertainty makes him magnetic to watch.Fearless is the kind of finale that leaves you both breathless and content. The story kept me on edge all the way to the last page, and the emotional payoff was well worth the wait. Watching Paedyn and Kai face their final trials, and seeing the future of Ilya unfold, felt like a proper, earned conclusion. Lauren Roberts managed to wrap up every thread in a way that felt natural and satisfying. The tension, the action, the emotional beats—everything hit just right. And although the epilogue is from Kitt’s perspective, it still felt like the perfect goodbye. This is one of those endings that makes you reflect on the entire series with a full heart. The romance between Paedyn and Kai is one of the most captivating parts of Fearless. Their connection starts off shaky—distrust and differences keeping them apart. Paedyn seems defenseless in a world where power means everything, and Kai, full of strength, doesn’t know what to make of her. But slowly, their walls come down. Through trials and shared experiences, they begin to understand one another. Their journey from tension to tenderness adds such emotional depth to the story.Lauren Roberts’ writing style pulls you in from the get-go. It flows so naturally and paints such vivid pictures that it’s easy to get lost in the world she’s built. One thing she really nails is building tension—there were so many scenes where I couldn’t flip the page fast enough! She’s got a knack for capturing emotions, too, making you feel totally in sync with Paedyn and Kai. The action scenes are packed with energy, and the dialogues? So well done—they flesh out the characters and their bonds beautifully. Overall, her writing in Fearless hooks you and doesn’t let go.Quotes🫶⭐She looks at me, eyes as bright as the sea itself. I stare into them, memorizing the multitude of hues they hold in the flickering lantern light. My favorite color is a shade of her, a sliver of the vibrance she exudes. And I will gladly drown, gladly burn, gladly fall into those blue eyes until the day she looks at me for the last time.⭐You think I would not beg to run away with you? My duty may be to the king, but my heart, Pae, is wherever you are. It is in the palm of your hands, the pad of your thumb. So if you leave, I will follow. If you stay, I will bow. Because there has never been a moment when you did not own the only piece of me that mattered—loving you made me matter. And I ache to be full again.⭐“Paedyn, I love you. Like nothing else before, I love you. And I’ve been waiting to tell you since I realized your eyes are my favorite color and your freckles the only constellation worth looking at. I could lie—say that you’ve stolen my every thought and heartbeat like the thief you are, but all of me was already yours. Pae, you are my inevitable.”⭐“You really are becoming quite the gentleman.” “Only for you, darling.”⭐Paedyn rivaled me, the stars, the very sea with her gaze. She had me in the palm of her hand the moment she grabbed mine in that alley. And for the first time since I was a boy, fear gripped my heart. Right then and there, I knew she would be my undoing.⭐She is my dream. She is my piece of paradise. She is my inevitable.
4.0 out of 5 stars This is certainly an experience!
How do I even start? I was on the edge of my seat waiting for this book. Fearless was one of my most anticipated reads of the year—I devoured Powerless and Reckless in a day or two, so having to wait two whole months for this one felt like absolute torture.That being said… Fearless ended up being my least favorite of the three. Don’t get me wrong—I liked it. I really did. It was still a solid four-star read for me. But something about it felt rushed. Some plot points felt unnecessary, others were repetitive, and I wanted so much more from characters like Kitt, Mak, and Zailah, who didn’t get the attention or development they deserved.Let’s go back to that jaw-dropping ending in Reckless. Paedyn and Kitt are getting married? Excuse me?! That cliffhanger was immaculate—an absolutely stunning way to end the second book. But then Fearless begins… and I didn’t love where it went. I adore Kitt. I really do. But I was so disappointed with how his character was handled here. I wanted more scenes, more emotion, more of him. Instead, he felt like a shadow of the character I loved.But then there’s Kai. And Paedyn. Their romance? Indescribable. It had me giggling, kicking my feet, blushing—literally yearning. And I’m married to someone who already treats me like a queen, so I don’t even know why I was swooning the way I was. But the way Kai loves Paedyn is everything.<i>“Because there has never been a moment when you did not own the only piece of me that mattered—loving you made me matter. And I ache to be full again.”</i>Their connection felt so raw and intimate, like two people who saw each other completely—flaws, fears, and all—and still chose love in the midst of chaos. It added so much emotional weight to the story and made the quieter moments between them just as impactful as the action-packed ones.<i>“So bow at my feet with a sneer, if you must. I won’t see it with your face to the ground.”</i>One thing I loved was watching Paedyn step fully into her power. This was her boss bitch era, and I was here for every second of it. Every time the Elites tried to cut her down or make her feel less than, she squared her shoulders and reminded them exactly who she was: Paedyn Gray, the Silver Savior, the future Queen of Ilya.As for the plot, there were definitely repetitive elements—the trials, the grief, the emotional gut-punches. The pacing was my biggest issue. The first 100–150 pages? Gripping. I couldn’t put it down. But the middle dragged, and I found myself constantly distracted. Instagram. TikTok. Literally anything else. Then the final 150 pages hit, and I flew. I devoured them. It was chaos, it was fast-paced, it was everything I wanted from the rest of the book.Despite all the issues I had with the book, the twists and surprises had me shaking and quaking in my tunic. Discovering things about some characters’ beginnings to getting a glimpse through the eyes of the worst (Edric, I’m talking about you), I couldn’t have asked for much more—except, of course, all the things I already complained about!So yes, I had issues. I wanted more from certain characters. I struggled with the pacing. But I still loved this book. I’d still recommend it. And the ending was satisfying—bittersweet, emotional, and true to the world Lauren Roberts built. Still, I’ll say this:<b>Lauren Roberts, I demand reparations for the emotional trauma you put me through with Kitt Azer.</b><i>“Good. Bad.” I shrug a shoulder. “We are all just shadows of what we believe to be true.”</i>
Title is pink
Title is actl in pink and not the same as the rest
Read without fear!
I loved this series. Recommended for vacations and keeping the mind busy.
It’s pink!!!
Absolutely gorgeous. I haven’t read it uet but I’m sure I’ll love it. The cover is a nice thick paper, feels nice, the pink cover underneath is absolutely gorgeous. I love collecting special editions so even though I already have the paperback version of Powerless and Reckless, I will be buying these special editions from Bolo. The book came in perfect confirmation was packaged well.
Awesome book i loved it
Loved this book so much, a worthy ending to an amazing trilogy.
Review
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Spice: 🔥⚠️ 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿 ⚠️A Stunning, Soul-Wrecking Finale – I’ll Never Be the Same AgainThis book wasn’t just the end of a trilogy—it felt like the end of a part of me. From the very first page, Fearless pulled me in and didn’t let go. I experienced every emotion possible: heartbreak, hope, fury, joy, and that hollow feeling when a perfect series ends.Kai and Paedyn’s bond? Beyond words. Their chemistry exploded off the page—raw, intense, and beautifully vulnerable. The way they fought for each other, even when torn apart by duty and betrayal, broke me. Their wedding scene? Absolutely magical. And their child Kit,was such a sweet, gut-punching detail. That moment really got me.Also, the quotes?! Soul-crushing in the best way.Paedyn continues to be one of the fiercest, most beautifully layered characters I’ve ever read. She's strong, flawed, and unforgettable. Kai, too, with his quiet protectiveness and deep emotion, had me tearing up constantly.Now let’s talk about Edric Azer’s POVs. I loved the insight they added, even though I wanted to scream at them. Especially Edric. I had an actual urge to strangle him. And Callum? Don’t even get me started. THAT ending? So deserved.Shoutout to the side characters too, Zailah was such a queen, and I seriously wish we got more of her. Ellie was precious, and Adena and Mak’s story added such a bittersweet layer. Their ending left me both soft and broken.The plot twists kept slapping me left and right, especially the one involving Kitt. I was losing my mind! The entire journey through the trials, the battles, and Paedyn’s backstory was wild. For a second, I even panicked thinking Kai and Pae might be related.The writing felt elevated. Lauren truly gave this book her heart.
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