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

by Angel Lawson

Wicker looks between us, that special unhinged gleam in his eye. “Have the two of you been freebasing? This isn’t some innocent, cute little baby. It’s the barrel of a gun pointed right at our heads.

“Why do you even want to go back?” She gives me an obvious look. “You just tried to sexually extort me for a burrito. Gee, I wonder.”

Most of the county administrative offices are located in North Side, which might have been a problem before Lavinia Lucia blew her father to smithereens.