Gold (The Plated Prisoner, #5)

by Raven Kennedy

My sight. Sound. Feeling. Taste. Scent. All of it—gone.

“We loyalists call you the Lyäri Ulvêre—the golden one gone. The gilded girl who was lost in the night.”

Without her, I am darkness and death, and that is what I will be until I get her back. And if I don’t, then that is what will consume me. As surely as this pain that’s creeping from my chest and threatening to implode. Because the feral fae inside of me is bleeding out.