Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“It terrifies you, doesn’t it?” I ask. “Knowing that everything you are, hinges on me.” Something dark flickers across his face. “You speak about my punishment, but how about we consider what you deserve?” I take a step closer to him, leaving just a foot of distance between us. To show him that I’m not afraid. To show him that even though he split me down the middle and stole pieces from my soul, he’ll never win. My golden eyes burn as I look him dead in the eye. “I’m going to leave you, Midas,” I declare ruthlessly, enjoying it when his entire body stiffens. “I’m going to go where you can never find me again. You’ll search the ends of Orea for me. You’ll hear rumors, whispers of where I am, but every single time, I’ll slip through your fingers.” At his sides, his hands tighten into fists, as if he’s already trying to close up the cracks. “I’ll drag you along to every decrepit corner of the world, but you won’t ever find me. You’ll go months, years, decades searching in wild desperation.” Chills scatter over my arms, like the goddesses are listening, a shiver of an omen kissed upon my skin. “Your golden trinkets will dwindle. Your fame will turn to ridicule as your people turn against you. Your betrothed will abandon