Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

“See you in the shitty snow kingdom. Next time, let’s try to have a war on one of the warmer continents, yeah?”

“I love you,” I tell him, watching his aura drift off his body, the black and the gold flowing together in gentle wisps. “Oh, Goldfinch,” he murmurs. “If ever there was a person for whom love was created, it was for you.”