More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
and the storm is still jacking off, dumping its endless load on us.
Never thought I’d think someone’s fucking neck was a turn-on.
“You’re going to remember who you are and how fucking powerful you are, and you will not—ever—fucking—give—in—again.”
“Good fucking girl.”
“I’m here, baby.”
I don’t have to face anything real. For now.
Distance is all I have between me and having to come to terms with the carnage that’s piling up to my knees.
I don’t cook it. I think we’ve all agreed that’s for the best.
“Am I sure that I want your body pressed against mine while I carry you so that you’re not in pain? Yes.”
was latched onto his front, grinding against him and desperate to be mindless, to not have to think, to be punished and pleasured as my world came crashing down around me.
“Don’t ask questions that you already know the answers to. The sound of your voice isn’t that soothing.”
As if the castle itself is watching me, finding me lacking. Well, I find it lacking too.
“You’re going to be the queen who saves Seventh Kingdom.”
“No, Goldfinch,” he interrupts. “I’m good to you. But I am every bit the villain that I warned you I was.”
“Oh, Goldfinch. I would’ve found you in whatever world you were in. In whatever life.”
With the right person, there is power when you kneel. There is adoration with submission. There is balance with control.
“This is it, isn’t it?” I ask quietly, feeling so soft and secure in his arms. “This is real love.”
“I thought you were supposed to be at least a little bit intelligent with all of that cold bitch cunning.”
“Eyes up here.” They snap up on command, and heat catches in my cheeks.
She’s so breathtaking up here in only my shirt, that I have half a mind to drag the guards back and demand they pluck out their own eyes for seeing what’s mine.
“The sun,” Auren answers quietly, tone filled with a tentative, innocent joy. One that you’re afraid of saying too loud in case it breaks. “She’s singing to me.”
“Listen,” she whispers. So I do. I thread my fingers through her own, and I listen. But my song of home doesn’t come from the sun. Mine comes from her.
“The only ass I want you checking out is mine.”
“You want to be independent? You want to live your life however you see fit?” I tilt my chin up. “Yes. Is that a problem?” His eyes darken, like shadows filtered through a forest floor. “I must’ve made myself unclear.” He lifts a hand to wrap it around my throat, not to hurt or strain, but to hold. To bend. My head is tilted to the left, my neck curved in invitation for his lips to descend. “You want to travel the world?” he murmurs against my skin, making it pebble, making it rise up to meet his touch. “Then I’ll be your escort.” His lips press against me, closed at first, just the tiniest
...more
“Your desires are not to be staunched or controlled. I am not intimidated by your curiosities, because they’re natural—and because you have been restrained for far too long. I’m never going to clip your wings, Goldfinch.”
“Because. We will be the villains for each other.”
Find me in another life. Find me in them all.
If I didn’t feel like death, I might reel back from shock. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you admit you were wrong.”
