Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“Who’s Professor Snow?” Bram says. “You don’t think . . .” “What?” “Filip Rybakov fought under the name Snow.”

He isn’t like Perry,” I assure Rakel. “I met him once in Monaco. He’s more like my father. And Perry’s mom was a famous equestrienne.” “That explains a lot.” Rakel nods. “Perry has major horse-girl energy.”

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

“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.”

“Why can’t you see that I love you? I fucking love you! I don’t care what you do to me, I don’t care what you say to me. I don’t care if you lie or scream or try to run away. I don’t care if you’re filthy or soaked in bleach or set on fucking fire! Why can’t you understand I love you! Without limit or reason.”

“Cat,” I say. “You don’t know what a monster I can be, but I’ll be your monster. Everything I do will be for you. To protect you. To help you. To love you every day of my life. I’ll burn this whole fucking world down for you if that’s what you want.”