Year Four (Kingmakers, #4)

by Sophie Lark

Though she had never seen it done before, she successfully knotted the cord and severed it with the edge of a scallop shell.

Thats fucking crazy???

I’m feeling pretty confident, though. I’m smart and funny, and always down to try something new—what’s not to like?

Humble !

She looks boldly back at them, daring them to approach. None has gathered up the balls to do it yet, probably because she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Her skin is deeply tanned, her figure outrageously sensual, her lips full and pouting, and her eyes an unusual shade of foggy gray. Her eyebrows are dark slashes, slightly tilted up at the outer edges, giving her a fierce expression, though she’s actually smiling slightly.

Miles' younger sis !!

“Sabrina Gallo,” she says.

Yuh

Sabrina and Caleb are talking about the motorcycle Sabrina has been fixing up with her mom, which will belong to her alone if they can ever get it running.

Wait sabrina is neros daughter NVMMMM

“There’s two kinds of men in the world,” she says. “The kind who want to hurt you . . . and the kind who want to be persuaded by you.”

The Spy aka Ares Cirillo

I KNEW ITTTTTTT

“Loyalty in Blood,” I say. It’s the motto inscribed on the gates of our monastery. And on the band of my father’s ring, wherever that might be. “Loyalty in Blood,” my mother replies.

“enforce the law of silence. This is the one point on which you must be ruthless: snitching is punished more harshly than non-payment. Silence is control. Silence is collaboration.”

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.

You can capture a man. Torture him. Maim him. Kill him, even. But when the violence is over, the pain stops.

In Russia, we say, Kakov pop takov i prihod: What the priest is like, so is the church.

Because really, they only needed one son. The heir and the spare.”

Aw:(

“Women are always more than they seem.”

“I’d rather have a true friend over false family,”

I’m not sorry when Hedeon Markov interrupts us, accompanied by his son Kristoff, his daughter Evalina, and her fiancé Donovan Dryagin.

Oop theres his daddio

He’s standing close to Sabrina Gallo, his black, heavy-browed eyes roaming over her face. The deep, craggy lines on his face are arranged in an uneasy mixture of curiosity and something else . . . something very like hunger.

Ew you old man

But it’s Nix who captures my attention, immediately and irrevocably.

Ok bella swan

Lies of omission are still lies.”

We’re sitting on our respective beds, ostensibly studying, but actually just shooting the shit.

Girlhood

“Nothing could keep me from coming back to you.”

At that moment, Sabrina Gallo enters the dance with Ilsa Markov.

Shes a les!!!!!!! Slay

We draw life from each other. In the time we’ve been apart, we’ve both been slowly dying.

I Spend Evenings Exercising So No Opportunity Wastes

“Nix is coming with us. As insurance.” Now my heart drops down to my toes. What my mother means is, if Marko Moroz puts a bullet in my father’s head, she’ll do the same to his daughter.

“Cara is perfection,” Hedeon says quietly. “Way too fucking good for me.”

“I think he has a type,” Hedeon says. “He likes them young. Dark-haired. And wild. Just like my mother.”

No fuckin waaaaaay

A king has few friends. A dictator has none.

“We all have our demons,” I say. “I know mine too well to lose any sleep over them.”

“I love you,” I say. “I want you to know that. Now, tonight.”

“But you can’t kill him, Hedeon. You’ll be executed.” “I don’t care,” Hedeon says, his eyes flat and unmoving. “I’ve never felt alive in my whole fucking life.”

:(

“I’m not Ares. My name is Rafe Petrov. My father is Ivan Petrov. He’s been imprisoned for three and a half years. Tomorrow, I finally bring him home.”

I, on the other hand, know exactly what’s happening. My wife is here.

Lets gooooo

As one, Ivan and Sloane turn, raising their rifles to their shoulders. Side by side they start to hunt.

KILL THEM ALLLLLLL

I turn in slow motion, the arc of my spin intersecting with the trajectory of my father’s knife—the blade plunging directly toward my heart.

What a fuckin coward

I look up at Rafe, who killed my father. Who saved my life.

“I want you,” I say to her. “I want your wildness. I want your passion. I want you to love me the way you love the wind and the water and the outdoors. I want you to be untamable, except by me. I want you to be my wife.”

Home is the people you love, not a building, not a place. I want to go home with you, Rafe.”

Nix is getting to know me at the same time as I’m finally understanding myself.

“The wind that touched your skin might have blown all the way across the world to me,” Rafe says. “Maybe that’s why you smelled so good to me, the moment I got near you.”

My happiness blooms with his.

“Our fathers shape us,” Sloane said, zipping her case. “But it’s our husbands who determine what we truly become. And us them. A couple is the sum of both of you together—as strong as you are together. As happy as you are together.”

I’m not actually a professor—I’m just the boxing instructor. Taking Snow’s old job for one year while Cat finishes her schooling.

Love