Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“I knew I would win because I promised Sasha I would,” he said. “And I’ve never failed her yet.”

little kitten?”

“Did you catch me?” “No.” I shake my head. “But I did dig you out.” “Maybe next time . . . try to catch me,” Cat says.

“It’s been so long. What if it’s all for nothing?” I hold her by both shoulders so I can look her in the eye. “Then we kill them all,” I say.

I’ve been plagued with thoughts of what could have been, all my life. How do people accept the one and only path they find themselves on?

Is Dean . . . bragging about me?

But never once like this, out in the open . . . as two people, falling in love.

im giggling so hard

“That I love you, Cat. I fucking love you.”