Gold (The Plated Prisoner, #5)

by Raven Kennedy

He looks down at it before that gaze flicks back to me, as if gauging the threat. Assessing. For a second, a wary look crosses his face, and I think maybe he’ll make a smart choice. Silly me. Very few men do when faced with a pissed-off woman.

“If you turn a blind eye in the name of loyalty, then you don’t deserve to see.”

Because one thing that usually threatens a man is the thought of being replaced by a woman.

So often, people are uncomfortable with grief. It’s hard to look it in the eye of others. Because ultimately, we’re terrified that one day, grief will reflect in our own gaze, too, and we aren’t ready to face it. We’re never really ready.

Yet, I remind myself that they’re far more vulnerable than I am. They just don’t believe me yet. It’s my responsibility to make sure they do.