Year One (Kingmakers, #1)

by Sophie Lark

Funny that those two tried to murder each other once upon a time. Now they bond over jazz music

Anna is the only person I’ve met more intense than me. Sometimes she scares me a little. But mostly she’s my balance, my rock.

My dad grins at Uncle Miko, “You shouldn’t have married such a pretty wife if you didn’t want beautiful daughters.” “I know.” Miko frowns. “A serious strategic error.”

I don’t want to think about anything in my real life. That’s what books are for.

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.

In the end, I do something kind of fucked up. I break into her room again and read all her letters from her sister.

You’ve had a real Sweet Home Alabama vibe since you were about twelve.”

“Young love!” my dad says, cheerfully. “Can I get you some orange juice, Miko?” And then, in an undertone, “Please don’t murder my son.”