Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“What am I supposed to do?” “Have you considered apologizing?” “Why the fuck should I apologize? She’s the one who should beg me for forgiveness.” Snow sighs, picking up the last of the pads and carrying them over to the storage cabinet. “Dean,” he says. “I don’t think this is the first time you’ve blown up your own life. Have you ever tried fixing it instead?” “What do you mean?” “You want connection, don’t you? Stop pushing away the people who will give it to you.” “I don’t want to see my mother.” “Then don’t. But Cat is right here.” I look down at the mats, my guts churning. “I don’t think she is. I really fucked up.” Snow closes the cabinet and locks it. “No relationship is built without mistakes,” he says. I cast a quick look at his stony scowl. “You think she’ll forgive me?” “Maybe. If you learn how to say sorry and actually mean it.” “What does that look like?” Snow folds his arms across his substantial chest. “Only you can figure that out,” he says.