Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

The blindfold has been ripped from my sight. Now, my heart doesn’t squeeze. My stomach doesn’t flutter. He broke something inside of me far more than just my heart. He broke my will. My drive. My voice. He broke down my very spirit, and I let him.

“I don’t choose him. Not anymore. I’m choosing me.”