Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

Kissing him is like the first sip of warmed mead during a snowstorm. He heats me from the inside out, making me want another gulp, another taste, more and more, even when I’ve drained the cup.

Because my father’s wrong. I’m not a Cull, and I never want to be. I’m my mother’s son. I’m a Ravinger.

I told her I’d be the villain for her, and I was. Now, I need to also be the hero she would want me to be.

They’ve already tried to break me, but instead, I broke free.

“Oh, Goldfinch. My love for you consumes every part of my soul. It’s in every word, every movement. With each morning that dawns and every night that falls. You are completely mine, and I am yours, and that is all I ever need in this life and all the others.” I kiss her forehead, tears burning in my eyes. “I love you, Auren.”

“But we’re fated.” “Yes, but fate shouldn’t be a noose. Bonds shouldn’t be a shackle. You needed your freedom. You needed to have the opportunity to stand on your own two feet and decide.”