Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“Those golden eyes of yours, so expressive,” Ravinger murmurs. “There’s hate one second and heart the next.”

“Pain shouldn’t be the requisite of beauty.”

I might drown in the depths of his bottomless eyes.

Misery may love company, but anger thrives on it.

Sometimes, you look at the silver lining so much that you drift into denial about the clouds.