Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

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

“What are you?” she asks. My gaze stabs into her. “Really fucking pissed.”

“Are you going to start listening to me?” “Yes. Sometimes. When it seems like the right thing to do. And if it suits me.”

I’m whole again.

“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.”

I quite like the sound of his voice. And he’s handsome too. Sure, he’s threatening me at sword point, but we all have our faults.

“Ryatt?” I repeat. “As in causing a riot…or you’re so funny you’re a riot?”