Year Two (Kingmakers, #2)

by Sophie Lark

Knowing you’re loved, truly loved, by at least one person makes all the difference in the world.

Satisfaction is the enemy of success. I’ll be proud of myself when I’ve got the whole damn world at my feet.

Her dark hair streams behind her like a banner, and there’s a look of reckless abandon on her face, a wild determination that is instantly, painfully familiar to me. It reminds me of my mother.

Do you think you’re the only one here who will do something psychopathic? I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth, and I won’t lose a single night of sleep over it. You have no idea the lengths to which I’ll go.”

“You’re mine,” he growls. “All mine.” “I only want to be yours,” I sob. “Don’t let him take me.” “I promised you,” Miles says. “I don’t make promises easily. And I never break them after.”

One thing I know for certain: no man on this planet ever accomplished a goddamn thing without believing he could.