Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“Shove down weakness, and strength will rise. You can’t be strong without conquering those weaknesses first.

The ugly truth that he never wanted me to know: that power doesn’t just come from magic. It comes from your own grit. And I have both.

“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.”

keep blaming you for things so that I can push you away. But you’ve done nothing wrong. Not really. You’ve challenged me and pissed me off and lied, but it’s nothing I didn’t do right back. 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.”