Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

I learned my lesson from that infatuation. I will never allow love to make me weak again.

Yeah we’ll see pookie

you could fit a weekend’s worth of luggage in the bags under his eyes.

This is FOULLLLLLL *writes that line in notes app*

“A man does not drink from a toilet when he has fine wine at home,” Dominik replies dismissively.

Period king

I think I can take him. “Maybe so.” I fold my arms across my chest. “Let’s find out,” Snow says softly.

Beat his ass

“But you will never learn to conquer your opponent if you can’t conquer yourself.”

“Herman Cross retired. My wife Sasha is a doctor. She agreed to fill in for a year until they could find someone permanent. I’m just tagging along.”

Snow is gonna teach Dean how to love :')

“A fight isn’t won by belief. But once you’ve done all you can in the gym . . .” He tapped my chest once more, reminding me of our previous conversation. “The last bit is in here. You’ll know that it’s true. Once you’ve found it yourself.”

“HIT ME!” I slap him again, even harder. So hard that my hand stings. A bright bead of blood rises on his lower lip. Dean seizes me by the back of the neck and kisses me hard. I taste the blood on his lip, like salt and iron.

Ah!!!

Who the fuck is this girl? Who is she really?

We can never really see ourselves except reflected in other people’s eyes.

Me encanta tu fragrancia. I need you.

The library is always chilly, which is probably why Miss Robin wears three or four sweaters layered over top of each other, the sleeves long enough to hang down over her hands.

Shes hiding something on her skin

“Once we were climbing the stairs of the Library Tower and my shoelace came undone. I stopped to tie it, and Miss Robin thought Ares came in alone .

Ares the spy?!?!

“I’m jealous,” I say, seizing her arm and pulling her close. “Any time anyone looks at you, or speaks to you, I’m jealous. I want all your minutes, and all your words. I want all of you, all the time.”

“Abram Balakin called me from Moscow this morning, Dean. Your father is dead.”

Ope

And then all the strength goes out of me, and I would have sunk down to my knees if Snow didn’t wrap his arms around me and hug me tight.

Can snow adopt him

“When you become a man worthy of love, you will receive love,”

I throw my arms around her and hug her hard against me, pressing my face into her thick black curls smelling my favorite scent in the world—the scent of this girl. “What’s going on?” she says, pulling back just a little to look up into my face. “Something happened today. I had to come tell you.” “Tell me what?” She says. “That I love you, Cat. I fucking love you.”

I linger in the doorway, watching Sasha stare down the street after Miss Robin.

But I can’t help thinking they must be talking about Snow.

Ouuuuuuu

“Not twins . . .” I breathe. “That’s her. That’s Dean’s mother.” We found Rose Copeland.

Omg

I see my mother, older but instantly recognizable, holding the hand of a small girl with blonde pigtails. “I think you have a sister,” Cat says. I look at that image, my mother holding the hand of the girl the same age that I was when she left.

Maybe she was pregnant and decided to leave his father to give the baby a better life...OR the sister is a love child

“I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS! I FUCKING HATE HER!”

Go to therapy

“This is over,” she says. “I don’t want to see you anymore. You’re broken, and I can’t fix you.”

OPPPPPE

She guessed almost immediately that Cat was the one who killed Rocco Prince. That was an unwelcome complication—Dr. Cross’ lung infection was another.

The next time I see her, she’s walking to class with Hedeon Gray.

The spy????????

“That’s right. I gave you a month once. Now I want the same in return. A month of you obeying my every command.”

She presses her forehead against mine. “I know exactly who you are, Dean. And I fucking love you.”

“I’d do anything for her.” Snow rests his hand on my shoulder. “You’re a man now. And that’s what a man does.”

Sebastian grips my hand in his warm grasp and pulls me into an embrace, hugging me just as hard as his wife. “Welcome home,” he says.

CRYING