Year Four (Kingmakers, #4)

by Sophie Lark

“Have you fucked him yet?” Sabrina asks, noisily biting into a carrot stick. We’re sitting on our respective beds, ostensibly studying, but actually just shooting the shit. My books are spread out all around me. Sabrina hasn’t bothered to open hers. She’s eating a selection of snacks smuggled up from the dining hall, heedless of the impressive mess she’s making. “No,” I say, flushing. “And not by choice. He’s driving me insane . . .” “Yeah, he’s hot as hell,” Sabrina agrees, nodding approvingly. “I’m not usually into the strong, silent type, but you can tell he’s kinky as fuck under that buttoned-up exterior.” “You think so?” I say hopefully. “I don’t know why he’s holding out on me . . .” Sometimes Ares looks at me like he wants to rip my clothes to shreds and eat me alive. But . . . he never actually does it. He’s barely kissed me since that first time on the beach. “Since when are you the type to sit around waiting?” Sabrina says, giving me a sly raise of one inky eyebrow. “Since fucking never,” I say, shoving my books aside. “That’s my girl.” Sabrina grins.