Gold (Plated Prisoner #5)

by Raven Kennedy

there you are.

Channeling some Rhysand vibes…

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

goodbyes. But how am I supposed to see her through to her end when we barely got to start?

“You keep saying that word, and it’s getting on my nerves.” “You’re getting on my nerves!” “Then leave me be, assassin!” He surges forward and grips my arms again. “I can’t leave you be, you insufferable, cold woman, because for some fucking reason, you’ve gotten under my skin so much that I now crave the ice of your touch.” My breath catches and I stare into his dark eyes, at the little flecks of light that float through them. “You…you crave me?” “Yes,” he snarls, his voice rubbed raw in grit. “I can’t sleep, because I’m too busy watching you breathe.

The man meant to bring me my death makes me feel more alive than ever.

The kiss is a clash of heat and cold, of lust and fear, of desperate want and shattering uncertainty. The kiss is life changing.

I love this woman. And that admission is going to turn past tense before I can even say it to her in the present.

“Your power might be the only thing that can stop them. This world needs you.” He doesn’t understand. “If there is ever a choice between her or the world, it’s going to be her.”