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You’re King Ravinger. Yes, Goldfinch, I am. But you can call me Slade.
“I concealed my power. There’s a difference.” He scoffs. “You hid your power, your ribbons, your heritage.” “Being fae has nothing to do with it,” I snarl.
“You should always keep these out,” he says quietly, and for some reason, another tear wants to spill out of me. I don’t like these feelings gathering around me. I want to hold onto my anger, to use it to help me push him away. The air between us has grown thicker, like we’ve passed the first line of trees and moved deeper into the woods. It’s so congested with branches and brambles that I can’t get through it without being scratched.
oh
“Because your golden king is coming. I think I’ll stay and say hello.”
“Excuse me while I slip on my other coat.”
KELL DAMN IT, he’s literally Kell incarnate.
“I won’t hurt you, Goldfinch.”
Like I told Ravinger, I’ve seen plenty of death.
When I wake up, I’ll make sure my heart is hardened. Come morning, I’ll make sure it only plays a song for me.
You’re ashamed of them. You think of them as a weakness, but they are a strength, Auren. Use them.
“I see you’re awake, Goldfinch.”
“Making friends?” he purrs.
He may wear the crown, but I was the one who made it gold.
Men ruin all of women’s best laid plans.
Best line.
“A sneak can always spot another sneak, Gildy.”
Rip felt like more. Almost. He was my almost more.
When he sees me looking again, his lips turn up into a crooked smirk. Shit.
The royal library. The smell of books, old parchment and ink bound in leather, makes a smile spread across my face.
Welcome home
“Pain is beauty. But I guess you wouldn’t know.”
“Pain shouldn’t be the requisite of beauty.”
When people say pain is beauty this comeback will be forever ingrained into my soul.
We tell ourselves twisted lies to tangle around our wicked truths, all so that we can get caught up in the bind and not have to face bare regrets.
“Goldfinch? What’s wrong?”
This male with the bottomless eyes has already snared me.
“I’ll do that anytime you need catching, Goldfinch.”
“I disagree. Gold has quickly become my favorite.”
“My intention is never to use you, Goldfinch.”
The intensity of his gaze lights a fire in my belly. “My own good was stuck on a pirate ship, with an aura like a beacon that flared across the Barrens,” he grits out, a thick spun voice meant to tie knots around me. “My own good was cowering before men who were nothing—fucking nothing—in comparison to her.” All of my ability to breathe is gone as I stare at him in shock.
“My own good hated me, fought me, argued with me, but I didn’t care, because I watched her slowly come out of her shell, peeling back one layer at a time, and it was stunning.” He raises a finger in front of my face. “I got one touch. One taste, and if it was an act of selfishness, then you should know, it certainly wasn’t one-sided, Auren.”
“I’m saying that you are my own good. And for you, I gave you a choice, but you chose him.”
“Tell a truth for a truth,” he murmurs, voice pebbling my skin. “Or keep a secret for a secret,” I finish.
“We’re quite the pair, you and I.”
“We might be the last two fae in the entire world, and somehow, our paths crossed that night.”
“Fate does funny things.”
“I think you got the better end of the deal, don’t you?”
Why is it that a man can make you feel like nothing, when you have given him everything?
Still, I’m surprised when I hear myself saying, “No, thank you.”
She has an interest in Auren, but I knew she would. Everyone is interested in my Auren.
Rissa’s grin widens, like my reaction is thoroughly amusing her. “You’re going to want to hear my gossip, Auren.” Dammit, she has me. She has me, and she knows it. “You know, I have the sudden urge to throw a book.”
“Bless you.”
HAHHA
“Only you would dare tell King Rot to be quiet.”
Yep.
“Pretty promises in private, and the uncaring king in public.”
“Why the fuck is there a bruise on your cheek?”
“We all have our edge, Auren. One day, you’re going to find where yours is.” The darkness of his essence brushes against my skin like a whisper’s caress. “You’re going to find out just how far you can be pushed until you’re tipped over. And when that happens, when you find your edge, just promise me one thing.” My voice comes out like a croak, a single tear dashing down. “What?” “Don’t fall.” Time stands still as he leans in and places a kiss on my temple, lips turning to whisper into my ear. “Fly.”
I knew he was cute and an anti villain
“What can I say? They make good jerky out there. I’m a repeat customer,” I drawl.
I’d really only been staying here for one reason anyway, and it certainly wasn’t for a fucking ball.
You’ve chosen to sit back and wither. Sometimes, things need first to be ruined in order to then be remade. Listen to your instincts and stop holding back.
Listen to your instincts and stop holding back. I can’t wait to see the rest of you. You’re so much more than what you let yourself be. Do you want to stay?
“When I was five years old, war came to Bryol, where I lived in Annwyn. It arrived with fire and smoke and death. My parents tried to sneak me out with the rest of the children on the street, but our escorts didn’t last the hour. We were stolen long before we ever reached safety.”
“But then you came along. And never, not once, has anyone looked at me the way you do.”
“But when you did that, you didn’t just open my eyes. You shifted my vision entirely, and now, all I keep seeing is you.”
