Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“I don’t live in glass, I live in gold. So I can throw whatever damn rocks I want,”

Oop

immediately remember I have zero arm muscles because I became a lazy, complacent twit.

real ,'(

I think these are my two new favorite people ever.

Twin

“I did.”

Oh she clocked that he has been gagged so hard he cant even say anything else thats it for his dignity

I roll my eyes in amusement. “Always so loquacious, Os.” “Low what?” My lips twitch. “Nothing.”

Emma and I core

“You’ve bewitched my

meeee laufey ref

scent with it. Freshly turned soil, wood chips wet by the rain, bittersweet chocolate left on my tongue.

There it is

My cheek may be healed, but the mark he left on me doesn’t show on my skin. It’s soaked in, saturated far below, twined to the crevices of my contained fury.

“How are you, Precious?” I’d be really fucking good if he never called me that again.

Twin

Gold is just a four-letter word for greed.