Glint (The Plated Prisoner, Book 2)
I've left the grips of one king to fall into the hands of another. Rip's name is whispered in taverns and street corners throughout the kingdoms. But as I get to know him, I realise he is something else.
Fae.
Part of the powerful and magical people who abandoned this world hundreds of years ago. But here one stands before me. And when he turns his onyx eyes upon me, I fall captive. For an entirely different reason.
As his army marches towards a battle with the king I once adored, I must decide. Midas or Rip. Loyalty or freedom.
I've left the grips of one king to fall into the hands of another. Rip's name is whispered in taverns and street corners throughout the kingdoms. But as I get to know him, I realise he is something else.
Fae.
Part of the powerful and magical people who abandoned this world hundreds of years ago. But here one stands before me. And when he turns his onyx eyes upon me, I fall captive. For an entirely different reason.
As his army marches towards a battle with the king I once adored, I must decide. Midas or Rip. Loyalty or freedom.
I've left the grips of one king to fall into the hands of another. Rip's name is whispered in taverns and street corners throughout the kingdoms. But as I get to know him, I realise he is something else.
Fae.
Part of the powerful and magical people who abandoned this world hundreds of years ago. But here one stands before me. And when he turns his onyx eyes upon me, I fall captive. For an entirely different reason.
As his army marches towards a battle with the king I once adored, I must decide. Midas or Rip. Loyalty or freedom.
