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That’s what happens when you grow up in a family of two, always together, no time or space apart.
“Sabrina Gallo,”
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 😫😫😫😫😫🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁
“She’s actually a writer, though,” Sabrina says.
“And don’t you say a word about my father or I’ll twist your head around like a fuckin’ dandelion!”
Pop off
What actually disturbs me is the realization that there’s more than one reason my father didn’t want me coming to Kingmakers.
Necessity Has No Law
“Welcome to Kingmakers!” she shouts. “I’m Chay Wagner,
“Dean Yenin will take charge of you then—he’s not nearly as nice as me, so watch the lip or he’ll knock you on your ass.”
This girl’s eighteen years old, and she can bend Luther Hugo around her finger
Omgahhhhhhh she is j like nero
“Anna Wilk,” the goth girl replies,
slightly repulsed look that I’m already coming to despise.
Uh idk how to feel about that
Anna and Chay look around nostalgically. “We stayed here first year,” Anna says.
The Spy aka Ares Cirillo
Omg omg omg 😱
I’ve spent three years pretending to be Ares—calm, kind, patient. Humble.
“You get close to her by any means necessary,” she says.
My face is hot. “You mean . . . seduce her?”
“I know you will,” she says, unblinking. “You are his son through and through.”
Whos son
Sabrina never takes notes or reads the textbook. Yet she beats me on every quiz.
Hedeon Gray has been digging for clues about his biological parents. I could tell him everything he wants to know.
Instead I have to pretend to be his friend, his confidante, while secretly blocking him from ever discovering the truth—yet another task assigned to me that I loathe.
“Moroz,” the giant says. “Marko Moroz.”
When my father is happy, there’s no one more charming, more engaging. But when he’s angry . . . the switch flips, and there’s no talking to him.
Everything is black and white to him. You’re with him, or you’re against him.
I’m still wearing my gym clothes and a beat-to-shit pair of Ares’ old sneakers. I could get new shoes, but it’s been helpful these four years to wear his clothes whenever possible, to read his books, and carry his school bag. A continual reminder of the role I’m supposed to play, so I don’t accidentally slip into being myself.
It’s said that the rusalki can alter their appearance to match the tastes of the men they intend to seduce.
If only it were that easy to hide things from Cat Romero.
Our son slumbers peacefully in the sling between us, unbothered by anything around him.
Wtf
Kade and I used to talk about how much fun we’d have attending Kingmakers together. Now I have to pretend I don’t even know him.
I wish I could tell Dean how much I appreciate his kindness to our family, which is in direct contrast to his own self-interest in Moscow.
The real surprise is the Freshman Captain: none other than Sabrina Gallo.
Or they might think that only a Gallo can beat a Gallo.
Leo doesn’t canvas the Seniors to ask their opinion. And he doesn’t hesitate. He looks me dead in the eyes as he declares, “I choose Ares Cirillo.”
without hesitation. “Nix Moroz.”
“I’ve got a lot of friends,” Sabrina smiles. “They don’t look at me like that . . .” “Everybody looks at you like that.”
Sabrina is sex incarnate. The way she walks, the way she stands, the sultry rasp of her voice . . . even the Chancellor couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“No,” he says, looking at me like I’m insane. “I’m not gonna grind on somebody who might be my cousin.”
“She’d only be like . . . your second cousin,”
“You’ve been hanging around Anna and Leo too long,”
Before she can join Anna and Leo, Hedeon cuts across the crowd of students, roughly shouldering aside anyone who stands in his way. He blocks Cara’s path, glowering down at her.
“Do you want to dance with me?” he grunts.
She must have agreed because Hedeon pulls her onto the sand.
“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to seduce you,” I say.
Possibly another lie.
Do I even remember how to do this?
I’m remembering a rumor I heard once, that there was some kind of romantic connection between Miss Robin and Ares . . .
THATS HIS MOM
“Some people said . . . that you might like her.”
“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head. “No. I don’t have a crush on Miss Robin.”
What da hell
I want to be myself with Nix, I don’t want to be Ares. I want her to know me, not him.
I’m touching them both,
Bi?
I’ve always found women just as beautiful as men—sometimes, even more so.
bi
