Gold (The Plated Prisoner, #5)

by Raven Kennedy

Grief isn’t based on someone’s length of presence. It’s based on the impact of their absence.

“Some people are in your life for only a moment, like a shooting star. Quick and short, but they light up a part of you for a second, and their brightness lingers even after they’re gone.”

I brush my hands down the front of my dress as if I can brush away the tingling trail he left behind. “It does not make me hot.”

“I’m your fucking death. I will consume you so thoroughly there won’t be a wish for any end, because no end will release you from me.”

but his authority settles me. His command is a release. His mastery allows me to let go. So I gladly give up my control and gift it to him, because that’s what I need, and I trust him to take it. To dominate my thoughts and feelings with his firm grip and hold me together so I don’t fall to pieces.