Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she demands, stomping her foot in a way that’s utterly adorable. “I’m walking you to class.” “I don’t want you to walk me to class. I don’t want you anywhere near me.” “Yes you do,” I growl. “You miss me, and I miss you. Stop torturing us both.” “You have no right to scare off my friends or to harass me!” Cat cries. She’s angry too. The air between us crackles with that tension so familiar to me—the kind that makes me want to seize her and kiss her until both our lips are bloody. I’d do it, if I weren’t afraid it would break the last bonds between us. Because Cat really is pissed, and I don’t trust myself not to make this worse. “You leave me no choice!” I say. “I can’t just walk away from you. I need you, Cat. I love you.” “It’s always what you want, what you need,” she says, tears glinting in her eyes. “Then tell me what you need! Tell me what to do, how to make it up to you! What will it take for you to forgive me?” Cat looks up at me with a quizzical expression. “Do you really mean that?” she says. “Yes! Yes, I mean it.” “You want to prove to me that you’re sorry?” “Yes, I told you that a hundred times.” “Alright then,” she says, folding her arms across her chest. “I want a month.” I stare at her, at her pale face and stubborn jaw. “A month?” “That’s right. I gave you a month once. Now I want the same in return. A month of you obeying my every command.” I can’t help the smile tugging the corner of my lips. “That doesn’t sound ...