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.

What a bastard, time is.

There’s safety in loneliness, but there’s a lurking danger too. One that doesn’t come from anything other than yourself.

Life takes you on paths you don’t have a map for.