Princes of Legacy (Royals of Forsyth University, #9)

by Angel Lawson

These men don’t need a King. They don’t need a Princess. They need a mother. “Theodore Loeffler!” I bark, watching the man in question flinch with his whole body. When his gaze jolts to mine, I command, “Put that phone away or I’m going to take it.” His jaw drops. “But⁠—!” “Now.” I channel my own mother, the look I give him brooking no argument.

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“Look at me,” she rushes out, grabbing Wicker’s face. Her mouth lingers against his, green eyes capturing him. “I wanna see your face when he fills you up.”

Lavinia’s head pops out, blue-hair first, and she spots him instantly. Her eyes harden. “Motherfucker, I know you aren’t out here smoking weed when you were specifically told to lay off!”

Even the Baron King is here, donned in his bronze devil’s mask, a veiled woman at his side. His wife.

isnt he still married to that one kid’s mom? she’s in an asylum or something

“That’s Sophia Lark,” I say. “She’s a graphic artist with a minor in visual. She’s definitely a creator.”

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