Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

Anna and Leo have maintained an admirable level of silence through all this, though I know Leo is dying to give me shit about the fact that I’m once again stripped down to my trousers, holding up Cat’s water glass so she can take a sip, while barred from speaking to her. Leo can barely lift his eyes from his plate, and I think Anna has kicked him under the table at least three times. I have the strangest sense that Anna is rooting for me. She meets my eye across the table, giving me an encouraging smile. Chay is less restrained. She keeps coming up with new ideas for Cat to torment me. “You should make Dean wear knee socks and a skirt!” she says cheerfully. “Chay,” I say. “Please shut the hell up.” She ignores me. “Oooh, make him stand up in our Banking class and sing the Russian national anthem! I’ll tell you if he does it.” “Professor Graves will expel me,” I say. “Quiet!” Cat hisses at me, snapping her fingers for another sip of water. I never realized she was such a little sadist. It only makes me like her more.