Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

A fucking dragon.

Goodnight this is getting dumb

I feel like the color is something from a dream. Or maybe I’m in a dream, and that’s why it all feels so strange. So…flat. Missing something.

Bye i hate this so bad

I grin at her retreating form. She thinks I’d go off and die? No fucking way. I’ve never had more to live for than I do right now.

I feel the things there writhe and dig, feel them leaving caverns through my mind and eating away at my memories.

Hate this situation

“You found me,” she whispers, lip trembling. The relief and heartbreaking joy is so intense I have to shove it aside before I can answer. “I’ll always find you, Goldfinch.”