Year One (Kingmakers, #1)

by Sophie Lark

If Leo is the sun, then I’m the whole expanse of the night sky. And that’s where Anna belongs—wrapped up in my arms like the moon goddess she is.

I’m kissing my best friend. After all this time, I finally know what it feels like to kiss Leo. It feels shocking, and enlivening, and absolutely fucking wonderful. It feels like two puzzle pieces clicking together. It feels like finally remembering something you forgot. It feels like coming home. For all the times I imagined it . . . this is better. This is exactly right.

I’m chained to Leo. I am and I always have been. We’ve been bound together since birth. Even when we die, the atoms of him and the atoms of me will find each other.