Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“We all have our edge, Auren. One day, you’re going to find where yours is.” The darkness of his essence brushes against my skin like a whisper’s caress. “You’re going to find out just how far you can be pushed until you’re tipped over. And when that happens, when you find your edge, just promise me one thing.” My voice comes out like a croak, a single tear dashing down. “What?” “Don’t fall.” Time stands still as he leans in and places a kiss on my temple, lips turning to whisper into my ear. “Fly.”

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.”

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

There comes a point in your life when you have to choose between having regrets and the possibility of making mistakes.

“Shit,” Judd says in a groan. “Rip is being fucking cute, and it’s making me want to vomit.”