Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“I don’t choose him. Not anymore. I’m choosing me.”

I’d actually rather chew iron nails and shit them back out, but the life of a king isn’t easy.

Bright side? None. Absolutely none. Because I just turned his pillow solid gold from sniffing it like a lunatic, while he watched my ribbons dive into his sheets like fish in a Slade stream. Fantastic.