Cheyenne Goodloe

“Hey.” Aiden brings my fingers to his mouth and kisses them one by one. I slowly peel my lids open. How can he kiss the same fingers that I just hurt him with? No. He’s not only kissing them. He slides his lips over each fingertip as if he’s worshipping them. “What are you doing?” I murmur through hiccoughs. He offers an easy-going grin and speaks against my fingers. “Getting you back.” “Getting me back from where?” “From whoever was trying to take you away from me just now.”
― Rina Kent, Steel Princess

“He hesitates. It’s the first time I’ve witnessed Aiden hesitating. “Jonathan never looked at her the way he looks at you.”
― Rina Kent, Rise of a Queen

“Do you know that distorted sound some violins make? Yeah, me neither. Dad and Mum are into classical music – they met at a concerto. Shocker. I prefer punk and alternative rock. Thank you very much.”
― Rina Kent, Black Knight

“Where’s my plate?” “You weren’t invited. There’s no more food.” Elsa starts to push her pasta in her father-in-law’s direction. “You can have mine.” Aiden presses his palm over hers, gently stopping her. “Nonsense. I’ll get him a plate.” Jonathan raises a perfect brow. “I thought there was no more food.”
― Rina Kent, Rise of a Queen