Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

Just lie there. Just lie there and chip away, little by little. Just lie there and feel yourself die from the inside out.

I don’t think I’ll ever have the kind of love that I crave.

Why is it that a man can make you feel like nothing, when you have given him everything?

“If I knew you had interest in tangling yourself up in my bed, I would’ve at least had the forethought to be in it already.”

“All my life, men have had me, but I have never had a man.”