Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

But the eyes of liars are tricky things. They can show you what you want to see without ever reflecting the truth. It’s best not to look a liar in the eye. They’re so good at their own compulsions that their gazes hold steady, and then you’re the one who loses sight.

I suppose the flutters of stomachs and squeezes of hearts just can’t be trusted.

So quickly people will turn a blind eye to the misfortunes of others. It’s the dark voice in their ear, whispering, just leave it be. Don’t get involved, lest it happen to you too.

Sometimes, things need first to be ruined in order to then be remade.

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