Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

“You’d only slow me down,” I reply. “Argo is the fastest timberwing. If I can travel on my own, I can get to Ranhold quickly without having to wait on anyone.

Does that not mean less soldiers can go because they'll be down a timberwing?

“I’ll tell the new King Fulke about the threat and make sure he readies his army. Then I’ll drop as much magic as I can against the fae.

If he would just go to the Fae and rot them all were they stand, that would be great.

but Osrik bought them their own house in the city. A nice one, right on the river. He doesn’t want the girl to know it was from him though.”

That adorable bastard

“Keep Argo and yourself safe,” he tells me, tone going quieter so no one else around will hear.

Oh no, obviously no one can hear that?

It will only add a handful of hours to my travel, half a day at most as I dump power there to deter the fae.

How about you rot the Fae instead of the ground? No?

A dragon. A fucking dragon.

What the fuck indeed

Deep green. The color soothes me.

Because of Slade's eyes

I’m staring through that green window again. Binding to the color. It reminds me of summer grass. Of a shadowed forest. Of—

SLADE

It’s like we were both reading the same book, but he went ahead and finished it before me.

I’m sure my best friend knows this feeling very well #alwaysahead

Embarrassment tries to strangle the words, but I push through, my eyes meeting his. “I want you…to make love to me.”

Every single time anyone in these books is asked the question; 'what do you want?' - the answer will always end up being 'sex'

“Your last name is going to be Ferox soon, because that’s mine.”

Osrik is so damn cute

I have seen thousands of naked men. I have seen just about every shape, size, and curvature there is to a cock. Osrik is huge. Girthy.

Oh, I'm so very surprised.

going so deep with his massive cock I swear I can feel him all the way up to my ribs.

Why do they always have to make it sound so painful?

and Osrik caring for Rissa,

He's doing a lot more than that

I will do it, even if it costs me my life.

I don't want any of them to die .. :(

We are Culls. But more than that, we are the dragon-wielders of old.”

Just randomly toss that in in book 6 why don't you?

And now, I’ve actually manifested one. Not solid, only formed with shadow, but still. What the fuck.

I believe that's exactly what all the readers have been saying too

I’ll unleash a fucking dragon.

You assume practice isn't needed?

And we’ll die too if we stay here. They’ll die because of me.

Yes like everyone else

The fae have found us.

Well you're not very good at hiding.

The wood pulls back again, ready to repeat the action before anyone can recover, but magic shoots from my hands, ice bursting forward with a force that rattles my chest.

Why did you just stand and watch the first time? They gave you warning ..

I start to direct more ice to enclose all the way around them, but the lightning fae suddenly sends a purple bolt stabbing down from the smoke-filled clouds.

Suddenly? He's been charging right in front of you and you let him..

“Leave them alone!” I scream before sending thin shards of ice hurtling toward the enemy.

Finally, they already said they won't kill you.

I, Queen Malina Colier, fall to the ground and kneel.

Oh my.

And then, I call up the dragon and wrench it free.

Oh you can suddenly do so willingly?

One good thing about it? The ground keeps my steps muffled, choking out the sound as I near.

When is he going to start saying 'bright side'?

Then my shirt tears open, that light breaking through behind me into dozens of rays that stream like ribboned sunlight. Una’s eyes go fearfully wide, and I look over my shoulder, following her gaze. Long, satiny strands drenched in liquid gold with veins of black move around me, their lengths twisting and lifting. I can feel them.

YESYESYESYEYES !!

My gaze follows the parade of marching fae. They do look like a curse flooding in. Thousands of them are filing toward us, and the twenty-two of us on this wall are all that stands between them and the border we’re trying to defend.

If only Slade were there. But that would be to easy now wouldn’t it?

“No weak point at the neck,” he goes on. “They have mesh from helmet to throat, and they’ve got stone gauntlets on their forearms.

Their legs are the most vulnerable,” Tyde says, head cocked as he considers. “Though not the knees—those are plated with stone.

and then kick him in the knee as hard as I fucking can. He goes sprawling back, and I press in, swinging my sword at his neck and slicing through his throat before he’s even able to get his feet steady.

This makes no sense given the armor description

remembering every single vulnerable part in their armor.

Can't be hard, their armor seems to magically dissapear for plot.

I stare in surprise, watching as one of them takes a shit mid-flight, and I see the splatter from here as it lands on some of the fae. Fucking amazing.

Lol

Then we share a look, and now that my adrenaline is calming and telling me she’s okay, all this rushing blood and hormones want to do something else.

Something with battle, blood, death and the putrid smell of rot really works on the spicy needs in these books

I’m going to have to talk to her about letting me kill people for her. Later. After I fuck her in whatever building still stands.

I root for you two, but please people, time and place

Bright side… I can hear myself saying that at another place. Another time. It feels so familiar.

At about 200 different times, yes

I’m glad I’m covered beneath this cloak where no one can see my face, because my anger burns straight through my eyes.

I don't think 'the anger in your eyes' is what you shoud be worried about golden girl

Then a sudden need to be buried inside of her snares me, stealing my fucking breath and setting my veins on fire.

Oh come on lol

My canines sink down, plunging into the curve of her neck so I can lap at the small beads of gold. She comes instantly. Crying out, I feel her pussy clamp and ripple as I suck down her blood.

He's a vampire now?

“It was you.” My voice is low. Even. Full of terrible rage.

We'd already established that didn't we?

Perhaps it just takes sitting at the edge of your world to find a little bit of hope.

I'm finding hope that you'll fall of the edge

I’m lying on my back while he braces himself over me. My breath catches. “What are you doing?”

Please, not again.

He slowly strips me of my clothing, while I do the same for him.

Please, I'm begging for you to close the door this time.

Dommik caresses my breasts and strokes my hip, his mouth leaving chills in the wake of the path he takes along my neck. “Will you give yourself to me, Malina?”

I take solace in the fact there's only 2min of reading time left for this chapter. The Malina chapters have been neverending since book 5 though, so I'm dreading.

clutch Dommik as he releases himself inside of me, pressing kisses to his shoulder and neck while his breath slows back to normal.

Thank God this was quick

If he gets himself killed, I will kill him.

Good luck with that one

But a hundred isn’t a lot. Unless Slade managed to clear Seventh too, we could be vastly outnumbered.

Luck is on your side

“You’re telling me that one single Orean managed to wipe out every one of our soldiers at the bridge?”

He's still asking that same question days later? The man must really be stumped.

“No,” he finally says, answering some unspoken question.

You mean the question he asked you 3 pages ago?

Only gray dirt along a narrow path that disappears after a few feet, swallowed by a thick fog. I don’t want to go into that fog.

You should not because you'll shift back to being just Emonie