Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“I’m jealous,” I say, seizing her arm and pulling her close. “Any time anyone looks at you, or speaks to you, I’m jealous. I want all your minutes, and all your words. I want all of you, all the time.”

I don’t know how I didn’t see this sooner. Dean loves me. He loves me past anything I could have imagined. If his anger is a furnace, then his love for me is the sun, burning bright enough to light the universe.