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674 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2021
"You’re not the villain in my story.”
“I am,” he says without remorse, his sharp jaw tight with tension. “But I’ll be the villain for you. Not to you.”
"Shove down weakness, and strength will rise."
"I've made you face your other truths, and I have no doubt I can make you face this one too."
"Love is a whisper we didn't hear or a sound that drums in our ears and drowns out everything else."
"You're not the villain in my story."
"I am," he says without remorse, his sharp jaw tight with tension. "But I'll be the villain for you. Not to you."
"I'm glad you're choosing you," he says quietly, and my lips part, like I want to swallow the rumble of his cadence.
"You are?" I go completely still as he moves his hand and grips my chin, like he wants to make sure I'm paying attention.
I am.
"Yes, Goldfinch. Because I am choosing you, too."
"You can't cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you."
We tell ourselves twisted lies to tangle around or wicked truths, all so that we can get caught in the bind and not have to face bare regrets.
"I'm saying that you are my own good. And for you, I gave you a choice, but you chose him.
"But I could've gilded you," I repeat. "Then you'd be a statue struck right here on the stairwell, and I don't think gold's your color, Commander."
"I disagree. Gold has quickly become my favorite."
"I'm glad you're choosing you," he says quietly, and my lips part, like I want to swallow the rumble of his cadence.
"You are?"
I go completely still as he moves his hand and grips my chin, like he wants to make sure I'm paying attention.
I am.
"Yes, Goldfinch. Because I'm choosing you, too."
The blindfold has been ripped from my sight. Now, my heart doesn’t squeeze. My stomach doesn’t flutter. He broke something inside of me far more than just my heart. He broke my will. My drive. My voice. He broke down my very spirit, and I let him.
As sadness overtakes my anger, I wonder what’s wrong with me. Why couldn’t he love me? Truly love me?
Midas loves my shimmering skin, my gleaming hair. He is undoubtedly in love with my power. I gave him my heart, and I was too young, too stupid to see that his adoration was for my gold, not me.
I must be defective in some way. Unworthy.
Why is it that a man can make you feel like nothing, when you have given him everything?
He was my almost more.
An idea, a hope, a reach in the dark. It wasn’t until my fist closed around emptiness that I realized I was grasping for him.
And that’s what makes my eyes sting with regret. He pushed me to light, to burn, only to douse me with ashen deceit.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
“It’s all or nothing, Auren.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want all of you,” he tells me, a newfound hunger in the depths of his green eyes that stirs heat beneath my skin. “Every piece, every memory, every minute, every inch. This isn’t going to be some casual dalliance. This isn’t going to be temporary. I want you, soul, mind, and body. I want your trust and your thoughts. I want your past, your present, your future. So make very certain that you want me for the right reasons. Be certain that you’re choosing this, because once you do, there’s no turning back.”
“My own good hated me, fought me, argued with me, but I didn’t care, because I watched her slowly come out of her shell, peeling back one layer at a time, and it was stunning.” He raises a finger in front of my face. “I got one touch. One taste, and if it was an act of selfishness, then you should know, it certainly wasn’t one-sided, Auren.”
“I’m saying that you are my own good. And for you, I gave you a choice, but you chose him.”
"I'm glad you're choosing you," he says quietly, and my lips part, like I want to swallow the rumble of his cadence.
"You are?" I go completely still as he moves his hand and grips my chin, like he wants to make sure I'm paying attention.
I am.
"Yes, Goldfinch. Because I am choosing you, too."
“I don’t choose him. Not anymore. I’m choosing me.”
“I’ll be the villain for you. Not to you.”
5 stars★★★★★
** Warning:**
There is Vitiligo (the skin condition) representation. I do not identify with this skin condition but this representation may cause offence**
Because the world will keep on trying to leash me, men will continue trying to steer me in their grips of control.
"I don't choose him. Not anymore. I'm choosing me."
"You can't cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you."
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