The King's Men (All for the Game, #3)

by Nora Sakavic

He remembered this unyielding, unquestioning weight that could hold him and all of his problems up without breaking a sweat. For the first time in months he could finally breathe again. It was such a relief it was frightening; Neil hadn't meant to lean on Andrew so much.

Neil felt a half-second from losing his mind, but then Andrew said his name and Neil's thoughts ground to a startled halt.

Andrew had turned around and come back for him without hesitation.

It couldn't fill in the broken pieces of him the way the Foxes did. It wouldn't drop everything to get him from the airport or come back for him without question or call him "friend".

He'd come to the Foxhole Court every inch a lie, but his friends made him into someone real.

How could he fear anything with them all at his back? What could he regret when he still felt Andrew's kisses on his mouth?

"This isn't about the Ravens. This is about you. This is about everything it took you to get to this point, everything it cost you, and everyone who laughed when you dared to dream of something big and bright. You're here tonight because you refused to give up and refused to give in. You're here where they all said you'd never be, and no one can say you haven't earned the right to play this game.

Fight because you don't know how to die quietly. Win because you don't know how to lose. This king's ruled long enough—it's time to tear his castle down."