Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“I’m saying that you are my own good. And for you, I gave you a choice, but you chose him.”

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“I’m glad you’re choosing you,” he says quietly, and my lips part, like I want to swallow the rumble of his cadence. “You are?” I go completely still as he moves his hand and grips my chin, like he wants to make sure I’m paying attention. I am. “Yes, Goldfinch. Because I’m choosing you, too.”

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“Pretty promises in private, and the uncaring king in public.” I shake my head, letting him see the disappointed look on my face. “I’ve been down that road before, Slade. I won’t do it again. I asked you to prove it, and you didn’t.” He expels a breath and turns away, shoving a hand through his thick black hair. “Fuck.”

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“Ask me to kill him for you.” I blanch, feeling the blood drain from my face. That was the very last thing I expected him to say. Everything about Slade right now is fierce, unfettered, and completely fae, despite those parts of him hidden from view. “You say the word, and it’s done. You hear me?” His hand lifts, and he snaps his fingers so loud that I flinch. “That quick, Auren. I’d end him in a breath, in a room full of people who’d run screaming, with monarchs who’d band together against me. But if you wanted me to do it, I would. So say it.”

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You’re not the villain in my story.” “I am,” he says without remorse, his sharp jaw tight with tension. “But I’ll be the villain for you. Not to you.”

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“I chose you the moment you called me a prick, and your ribbons tried to knock me on my ass.”

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