Princes of Ash (Royals of Forsyth University, #8)

by Angel Lawson

If she ran, I’d chase her down, and nothing could stand in my way.

The air inside the car is thick and warm, sweat building on the back of my neck. Summer’s going to be here in a month, but it already feels sweltering. Suffocating. Or maybe that’s just the tension between us.

Or the pregnacy. That shit is miserably hot.

Time and time again, Verity Sinclaire has proved she’s the most loyal of us all.

“This is his fucking trophy case, isn’t it?”

I have chills!!