Gold (The Plated Prisoner, #5)

by Raven Kennedy

I love him with a fierceness that goes beyond the heart, and so I will ache and leak and grieve until he finds me. And he will find me.

I promised her I’d be the villain on her behalf. So that’s what I’ll fucking be.

And I think, perhaps, I’ve been failing for a very long time. Not in the way the men in my life have accused me of, but in who I have become.

Pls let this be her wake up call!!!

The dead spur us on. To live. To avenge. To honor. To grieve. It’s because of the dead that we live.

I’m in this light with him, basking in its warmth, and even our distance can’t take that away. Because no matter where we are, the sun always dawns. No matter where he is, I love him.

Because kingdom comes first.