Year Two (Kingmakers, #2)

by Sophie Lark

“Are you packed for school?” she asks. “Just about.” Meaning I’ve packed zero items into my suitcase, but I have considered doing it.

“Wade, you’re not the dumbest guy on earth, but you sure better hope he doesn’t die.”

“I’ll pay it,” Leo says. “But only ‘cause poor Ozzy’s having such a shit week. He deserves it.” “Thank you,” Ozzy says, taking Leo’s crisp hundred-dollar bill and tucking it directly into his pocket. “Couldn’t go to a better cause.”

“This song’s from a movie, too,” he says. “Do you know it?” I shake my head. “I’ll play it for you next time.” I look up into his face. “How many next times will there be?” “Infinite,” he says.

I told you, this is a jailbreak. Rocco is Warden Norton and you’re Andy Dufresne—we’re gonna Shawshank this motherfucker!”

“Yes. I’m horribly shallow.” “You know what, I’m fine with that. I’ve always wanted to be objectified.” I pull my sweater over my head, baring my chest. “Feast your eyes.”