Glint (The Plated Prisoner, #2)

by Raven Kennedy

Loves you so much he keeps you in a cage.

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.

I suddenly understand the insects that fly willingly into carnivorous plants. The draw is too strong, the pull too bewitching, that you forget about the danger until you’re already trapped inside.

I instantly understand why they call it a mourning moon. She looks so blue where she hangs in the sky, so somber. All around her, the night is crying tears of starlight.

His black eyes carry a thousand words, but without any light for me to read them.

I’ll never get how you fucking stand it. Right now, in this moment, I realize. I can’t.

“I’m finally starting to say what I think, and I’m not going to lie down again to make it easier for you to keep me beneath your thumb.”