Glow (The Plated Prisoner, #4)

by Raven Kennedy

and all I can do is stare at the male in front of me. If anguish was a person, it would be him.

I would’ve found you in whatever world you were in. In whatever life.”

“This is it, isn’t it?” I ask quietly, feeling so soft and secure in his arms. “This is real love.”

“Yes, Auren. This is love.”

But my song of home doesn’t come from the sun. Mine comes from her.