Graduation (Kingmakers, #5)

by Sophie Lark

“Were you aware of the Gallo’s history with the Bratva when you brought Sabrina here?” Foma Kushnir sneers. “If Dean Yenin doesn’t hold a grudge against them, I don’t see why you would,” I say to Foma, coldly. “Because they took our greatest prize,” he hisses. “Alexei Yenin made them pay.” “Not enough.” Serafim Isidor nods slowly, his expression pained. “There is no forgiving the loss of the Winter Diamond.” “That this girl even dares to show her face in our city is an outrage!” Foma cries. “She’s disrupted our finest families,” he gives Nikolai Markov an obsequious nod. “Stolen from the High Table and destroyed our property!” The fact that none of the wrongs in question were done to Foma himself doesn’t lessen his vitriol. It’s me he’s here to attack, by proxy through Sabrina. “You brought her here,” he accuses me. “She’s your responsibility.” “Yes she is. And I’ll deal with her.” “We’re past that,” Isidor says. “The High Table has issued a bounty on her head. She left the restaurant injured. The kachki are searching the clinics and hospitals. They’ll find her soon enough.” Jasper winces, partly for me and partly for Sabrina. My hands are cold and sweating. I clench them into fists. “Cujo was killed in the blast,” Dimka says, eyeing me. “Lev Zakharov, too. Do you still claim you weren’t involved?” “I didn’t know any of this!” I snarl, almost angrier at that fact than anything else. My stomach churns. If Cujo got his hands on Sabrina, I can only imagine the state she’s in....