Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

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

I am stronger than the dark.

“Oh, Goldfinch. 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 kiss her forehead, tears burning in my eyes. “I love you, Auren.”

“I keep every part of you you’ve ever given to me,”

Souls are eternal. It’s why the finality of death feels so wrong. Why our hearts break and grief strikes. So while death may be common, it isn’t right. It isn’t natural. Her soul is supposed to be with mine for all of eternity.