Glint (The Plated Prisoner, #2)

by Raven Kennedy

Bright side? At least I’m alive.

There it is! 13 pages in.

I do my business as quickly as I can. Bright side, I manage to do it without splashing on my own boots

Second bright side 25 pages in.

But the commander doesn’t answer me. Instead, he stalks over to the other side of the tent where the extra pile of furs is located.

Imagine if it's his tent too.

he leans down and starts to undo his boots.

... it's actually going to be his tent, isn't it?

When he pulls them back and slips under them, stretching out to lie down, I realize that they aren’t just an extra pile of furs, it’s another sleeping pallet.

I KNEW IT

My breath hitches. “This is your tent.”

CALLED IT

“No, Precious.”

Smeagol vibes.

His power must be the reason why King Ravinger wields him like a hammerhead.

Hammerheads aren't aggressive.

some coughing up phlegm,

Ew.

Pretty lies cover up a lot of ugly truths.

Bright side, at least I ate before I stormed out.

3.

Bright side? At least she’s not murdering me. I’m just an accomplice to a crime.

4.

Bright side? All twelve of them are alive.

5.

“Bright side,” I mumble under my breath before coughing again.

6.

When you let it go, when you finally let that out, your fury is going to light up the spirit you’ve shadowed.”

I bet she's fae too

“I hope you burn so bright that you scorch your Golden King down to ash.”

“Who’s she gonna fight?” Lu asks, practically bouncing on her feet. I answer, “No one,” at the same time that Rip answers, “Me.”

Oooooeeeh

Bright side? At least the view is nice.

7.

Warning bells peal through my head, but they sound like the best sort of song.

“Fucking say it!” he roars in my face, a yank to pull out my roots. And I snap. “I’M FAE!”

I KNEW IT

I become aware of how our bodies are pressed together, how I can feel the heat of his chest sinking into my back.

I've read so much dark romance at this point I thought she was feeling something else.

There’s something in him that keeps pressing against my skin, keeps demanding my every sense to awaken.

MATE BOND?

“Sometimes,” he murmurs, “things need first to be ruined in order to then be remade.”

Plotting is what I’m best at. A good thing too, since I lack both of the traits that this world respects: power and a penis. A shame that I lack the first, but the second? I’ve found that most of the people who have those are altogether disappointing.

To prove his point, he grinds his hips into my front, letting me feel the impressive length of him beneath the pleat of his pants.

They are never just average in these books.

“Kindness shouldn’t have to be earned. It should be freely given.”

Bright side? Soon, I won’t have to go in the snow anymore.

It's been a while since the last bright side!

“A gift?” He tilts his head. “Come.”

Don't tell me he built a cage in this castle as well.

“I know it’s small. This one is temporary for now, and not gold yet, of course,” he adds with a wink in my direction.

BECAUSE HE NEEDS HER FOR THAT

I’ve done it all because I trusted you. Because I loved you.”

Past tense, oof.

Fury and surprise send my legs kicking, fists hitting, but he doesn’t drop me, doesn’t let go.

USE YOUR RIBBONS AUREN

“You’ve probably exhausted your power with this little tantrum,” he muses. “It’s a shame, because I have a list of things I need you to make gold for me,

I KNEW IT

He hesitates a moment and then says, “I love you, but I don’t need your forgiveness, Precious. I just need your power.”

I K N E W I T

Bright side? I don’t fucking know.

At least you tried.

“Yes, Goldfinch, I am. But you can call me Slade.”