Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

My pulse throbs in my ears, faster and faster, and yet I feel oddly calm. He left me. My father left me. Just like my mother. Everyone runs away eventually. They get away from me, any way they can.

OMG 🥹

And then all the strength goes out of me, and I would have sunk down to my knees if Snow didn’t wrap his arms around me and hug me tight.

I’ve never been hugged like this, by someone strong. Someone who could hurt me if he wanted to, but instead is using his immense power to give me that sense of protection and support that I’ve never known in all my life.

THANK GOD HE HAS SNOW JESUS

“Why couldn’t he be happy?” I sob. “Why couldn’t he live for me, for us?”

I’m crying again, and I’m so ashamed. Cat saw me like this. And now Snow. I’m weak and broken. And that’s the real truth that torments me. The real reason I’m so angry and alone. “Why didn’t he love me?” I cry.