Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

It was a daunting lyric for a dark need. How tempting that wicked song sings.

He may wear the crown, but I was the one who made it gold.

I know he’s full of shit, and it’s certainly not gilded.

🤣🤣

Men in uniform seem to gossip more than schoolgirls.