Year Four (Kingmakers, #4)

by Sophie Lark

“Opposites attract,” she says, smiling slightly. “Do you think that’s true?” I ask her. “Sure,” she says, her eyes locking on mine once more, Hedeon and Cara forgotten. “I’d never want to be with someone with my same flaws.” “What flaws?” I laugh. “Horrible temper, obviously. Always blurting out stupid things . . .” “Not stupid,” I correct her. “Just honest.” “I’m a grudge holder, too,” she admits. “My father never forgives. And I think . . . I’m too much like him.” My stomach clenches. “What would you hold a grudge about?” I ask her. “I hate being lied to,” she says, her green eyes looking into mine, unbearably clear and direct. “It’s why I’ve been so angry with my father since I came here. I thought he was honest with me. And now I realize there’s things he didn’t tell me. Lies of omission are still lies.” I have the horrible, panicked feeling that she knows. That she’s talking about me, not her father. “Honesty can be difficult,” I say, through stiff lips. “Not everyone knows themselves as well as you.” “He knows his reputation, whether he agrees with it or not,” Nix says, angrily, bright spots of color in her cheeks. “He could have warned me.” I let out a breath. She really does mean her dad. “Well, he let you come here at least.” “I’d like to see him stop me,” Nix says, her color only rising. If anyone could fight Marko Moroz tooth and claw, I think it’s his daughter.