Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

I’m a shit Spy. Maybe Lola’s right about everything—if

Oh bbg

Did she really mean that? If she did, then I don’t know what I’ll do. Something fucking drastic.

Until I pull the clippers from my pocket. “NO!” She shrieks, trying to twist out of my grip.

LMAO

“Welcome home,” he says.

I called this shit three books ago