Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

As long as there is breath in my lungs and a heart in my chest, I will fight for her with everything that I am.

You have your own light, little sun. So you must carry it with you when it grows dark.

I might not know anything else yet, but I do know this truth with innate certainty. My name is Auren Turley. And I am stronger than the dark.

help. Then I have it. “You want me to go fuck him up?” “What?” I don’t know why she’s looking at me like that, it’s a simple fucking question. “I could fuck him up so he cuts it off with her. Wouldn’t take much.”

It’s dark inside my head. But I can’t fear the dark. I’m the light. “I’m the light,” I whisper, the words peeling past cracked lips. “I’m the light. I’m the light.” A sob chokes me.

There is no growth without rot. There is no sun without the dark sky. And there is no me without her.

“Listen to me!” Wick shouts, his voice cutting through the arena. “The Vulmin aren’t traitors! We believe in treating our fellow fae and Oreans with respect! We believe in a leadership that doesn’t drain us dry with taxes and punish us for differing views! We can do better than this! We can demand an Annwyn of peace! A land that doesn’t rule by greed and cruelty! We can do better!”

And then, we will get our one days, our next times, our happy. One day.

“I don’t want to be cold anymore, Dommik.”

If there was ever anyone I would willingly give myself to like this, it’s Dommik, for he’s the only one who has ever truly understood me. The bad parts and the good.