Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

Remember, you are stronger than the dark, and you have the wings to fly.

“I will find you. I will find you in that life. I fucking promise you that. But you have to go. Please, baby.”

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.

Our souls are now bound together. Our lives forever connected. Our magic entwined. It means that she and I are a match fated by the goddesses. It means that we have been given the greatest gift ever bestowed on a fae. It means that she’s mine.

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

When tears are like starfall, when bleak is like night, We remember the dawn that will bring back the light.

“You can’t love me,” I tell him, my voice full of denial. “I can.” No argument. No added detail. Just a vow. “You don’t want me really,” I argue. “I do.” “You won’t always.” “I will.”

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

The guards might as well be holding their dicks instead of swords for all the good it does them.

How do I know? Because I’d know that light anywhere, whether in the depths of darkness or in a sea of stars. Her brightness, her soul, sings a song I’d follow anywhere. I know because she’s my other half, and her aura is leading me back to her. I know because she’s mine.

Our auras might’ve shattered the sky, but her saying my name shatters me.

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 love you, Goldfinch. In every life,”

“That’s a very forward introduction. Usually I take a male on a few special outings before I let him jab his pointy thing at me.”