Year Two (Kingmakers, #2)

by Sophie Lark

“Was that Rocco Prince that just left? He’s a creepy fucker, isn’t he? No offense, Zoe.” “You could only offend me by complimenting him,” I tell him. “Then consider us on permanent good terms,” Leo says, grinning. “I don’t know,” Miles says, taking a swig of orange juice. “He’s got his charm. If you ever wondered what it was like to meet Ted Bundy.” “I never wondered that,” Cat says quietly. “Holy shit!” Miles says, doing an exaggerated double-take and pretending to peer over the top of the table at her. “There’s a kid there! Is it ‘bring your daughter to school’ day, Zoe?” “That’s my sister, Cat,” I say coolly. “She’s a Freshman.” “They get tinier every year,” Ozzy says, shaking his head in wonder. Cat’s face is flaming. This is a joke that’s gonna get real old, real fast for her. “Alright, knock it off,” I say, “she doesn’t want to hear it.” “It’s okay,” Cat mumbles.