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

by Angel Lawson

“But what is a soul? Does it even exist? Is it just a pretty name we give to the concept of sentience, or is it something that transcends science? And if it is, are we imbued with one at birth, or is a soul something we build ourselves? Can we inherit a soul? And if we can, does that mean we can also inherit the absence of one?”

“They have an insufferable flair for the dramatic?” she asks. It’s followed by a snort in the backseat, and I shoot Ballsack a hard glare in the rearview mirror. He shrugs, and I don’t have time to stop the car and beat the smug look off his face before Verity adds, “I’d tell you to look in the mirror but you’d get so hung up on your reflection that whatever is waiting on us would be long gone.”

We did. And we have to be… what’s the word? Responsible? Ew.