Glow (The Plated Prisoner, #4)

by Raven Kennedy

head. “No. You used your power on me, not against me. Because you’re right, I was dying.” He flinches—so subtly that I barely catch it. “I… You’re not angry?” A frown plants itself between my brows. “Why would I be angry?” Now he looks positively bewildered. “I fucking rotted you, Auren. Stole into your body and shut it down, putting you in a stasis of spoiled decay.” My nose wrinkles. “Well, I could do without the visual of stasis of spoiled decay,” I mutter. “I risked your life,” he goes on, and I realize these are the words that have been running through his head since the moment he used his magic on me, that he’s been tormenting himself with self-proclaimed blame. “I used my power against you, and then I kept you like that when I took you and got you as far away from your gold as I could, risking your life again with every minute that I waited.” He pulls at his hair in frustration, glancing around the darkness like he’s looking into the crevices of his own guilt. “What if I’d waited too long? What if I hadn’t been able to reverse it?” “You’ve been hating yourself this whole time.” It’s not a question—I can see the truth plainly, can hear it in the way he’s talking. Gently, I take his hand in mine, squeezing his fingers. “You saved me,”