Graduation (Kingmakers, #5)

by Sophie Lark

“All my best and happiest memories involve those hands,” I murmur. “Are you happy here?” Adrik asks, his brilliant blue eyes searching my face. “I want you to be happy …” “I’m always happy when we’re working together.” He smiles. “We’re working so hard right now …” I laugh. “Someone give us a raise already.” “Okay. I think I feel it now. ‘Cause I can’t stand up.” “It hits the hardest the first time … maybe.” “If you got the dose wrong and I’m about to die … I’m completely fine with that.” “Fuck,” I say. “I forgot to get a chair.” “Where are you going?” I’m trying to push myself off the bed, but the floor keeps moving away under my feet. “I gotta get one …” “Those chairs are a thousand miles away. There’s no possible way. You should give up and lay here with me.” “No, no, no. We have a bet. And I have to test some things …” “You’re the best scientist. They’re gonna give you a Nobel Prize.” “They really should. But these things are so political.” “It’s like when Saving Private Ryan lost to Shakespeare In Love. So unfair …”