Glint (The Plated Prisoner, #2)

by Raven Kennedy

I don’t know if the bones in my body are as gold as the rest of me, but for my sake, I hope they are. I hope my spine is gilded, because I’m going to need a strong backbone if I want to survive.

The truth… Such a complicated thing. The problem with truths is that they’re like spices. Add a little, and it can enrich things, let you experience more layers. But if you pour out too much, it becomes unpalatable.

I’ve found that some smells are strings tied around memories. When you catch certain scents, those strings pull taut.

My king loves me. Indeed. Loves you so much he keeps you in a cage.

This.

The women might not all be the heads of their houses, but they speak into the ears of the men who are. If done right, those whispered encouragements can become the subconscious thoughts of ignorant men.

Malina...I need more of you to form a stronger opinion, but so far I like you

My mouth drops open. “You can’t be serious.” “The commander is always serious, love,” Judd cuts in. “It’s one of his worst qualities.” Rip lets out a long-suffering sigh and says, “Os.” Without missing a beat, Osrik reaches over and smacks Judd on the back of the head. The mustard-haired man just laughs.

Goals