Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

The burden of love I held for him for so long has scraped off. Peeled away like dried, dead skin flaking in a scorching sun. Colorless, depleted strips that no longer feel a thing. Never again will I be the clay that he molds in his hold. I’m going to shape myself.

“Shove down weakness, and strength will rise. You can’t be strong without conquering those weaknesses first.

Love is a whisper we didn’t hear or a sound that drums in our ears and drowns out everything else.”